I did. I had checked my watch just minutes before. It was 7:58 p.m. Any minute now.
The conversation at the table droned on about deals, mergers, and the stock market. I was invisible. The black sheep son brought along out of some misplaced sense of familial duty, probably at my mother’s insistence. My role was simple: sit down, shut up, and don’t remind anyone that I didn’t belong in their world of corporate success.
Then it happened.
