“You don’t have to be the smartest guy in the room,” Marcus told me once, while we were eating lunch in his truck. “You just have to be the calmest. People can smell panic. They can also smell calm. Calm’s contagious.”
Kyle found out in the second week. He’d been at the company two years longer than me. He thought the job should’ve been his.
He came up to me in the break room while I was microwaving leftover spaghetti.
“So I hear you’re the golden boy now,” he said.
“Took the boss’s daughter to prom and got a promotion,” Kyle said. “Nice move. Real smart.” ShopParty Decor
“Kyle,” I said. “I didn’t know anything about the job until after prom. And I haven’t gotten anything yet. I’m training. If I mess up, I don’t get it.”
“Sure,” Kyle said.
