Oren

Thirty Years Ago

"Mr. Demetri," Nikki, my newest secretary, said as she opened the door to my office. "Daryl Frazier is here to see you."

I glanced at the clock on the corner of my desk. He was five minutes early—as far as I was concerned, a point in his favor.

"Show him in, and bring us both coffee."

"Yes, sir."

I didn't listen as she asked Daryl the obligatory questions—cream? sugar? Life would be much easier if everyone ...