I had a handful of summer interns working in one big room in an office.
All of them in their last couple years of college; one was smarter than the next.
One of them, just a sweetheart of a girl at the top of her class in law school at USC, ran into my office with tears running down her face. She dramatically said, “I can’t work here anymore. Alex just yelled at me.”
Alex was another one of the interns in the same big room; going into his senior year at Dartmouth.
I asked her to take a walk around the block with me.
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