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“Good,”  he  says.  “That’s  good.”  His  eyebrows  scrunch,  and  then  his  face
               descends into surprise. “I didn’t call you here to reprimand your work,” he says.
               “I’ve been impressed with your initiative lately.”
                   “I’m confused.”

                   “I’ll bet,” Aldridge says. At this, he chuckles. “You know Yahtzee?”
                   “Of course.” Yahtzee is one of our tech companies. They’re primarily known

               as being a search function, like Google, but they’re relatively new and building
               in interesting and creative ways.
                   “They are ready to go public.”
                   My eyes go wide. “I thought that was never going to happen.”

                   Yahtzee was created by two women, Jordi Hills and Anya Cho, from their
               college  dorm  room  at  Syracuse.  The  search  function  is  outfitted  with  more

               youthful terminology and results. For instance, a search for “Audrey Hepburn”
               might  lead  you  first  to  the  Netflix  documentary  on  her,  second  to  E!  True
               Hollywood Story, third to her presence in modern CW shows—and the ways to

               dress  like  her.  Down  the  list:  biographies,  her  actual  movies.  It’s  brilliant.  A
               veritable pop-culture reservoir. And from what I understood: Jordi and Anya had
               no intention of ever selling.

                   “They changed their minds. And we need someone to oversee the deal.”
                   At this, my heart starts racing. I can feel the pulse in my veins, the adrenaline
               kicking, revving, taking off—

                   “Okay.”
                   “I’m offering you to be the key associate on this case.”
                   “Yes!” I say. I practically scream. “Unequivocally, yes.”

                   “Hang on,” Aldridge says. “The job would be in California. Half in Silicon
               Valley, half in Los Angeles, where Jordi and Anya reside. They want to do as
               much work as they can out of their LA offices. And it would be quick; we’ll

               probably begin next month.”
                   “Who is the partner?” I ask.
                   “Me,”  he  says.  He  smiles.  His  teeth  are  impossibly  white.  “You  know,

               Dannie, I’ve always seen a lot of myself in you. You’re hard on yourself. I was,
               too.”
                   “I love this job,” I say.
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