“Mysterious is generous,” Ivy said with a laugh. “He mostly just vanishes for weeks and works on app things.”
App things.
I still remember the way Logan’s eyebrows lifted. Tiny movement. Lethal amount of condescension.
“That’s awesome, man,” he said. “Always good to have a passion project.”
A passion project.
At the time, one of my firms had just closed a licensing deal worth more than my parents’ house, both their retirement accounts, and every luxury vacation they had ever bragged about combined.
I smiled and asked Logan how long he’d been in private equity.
He launched into a story immediately. Men like him always do when they think you are beneath them. They mistake silence for admiration.
