”Tell me about yourself, young lady,” Mr. Monroe says, settling into a seat at the head of the conference table.

”Well, first of all, I’m not that young,” I tell him, with a wink. He chuckles and points at me.

”Guess I gotta watch out for you.”

”Guess you’d better,” I say, and I hear a beep. It’s not my beep, though. When it happens again, Mr. Monroe clears his throat. ...