I received a $3.8 million retirement package, and I rushed home two hours early to surprise my husband and daughter—still feeling like the universe had finally paid me back.
The documents sat on the passenger seat of my Lexus, the official stamps of Morrison and Partners gleaming in the late afternoon Seattle sun. $3.8 million. After thirty years of sacrificing my marrow to the gods of steel and glass, I was finally done. I had stopped at Pike Place Market on the drive home—champagne, … Read more