Now, if you start in the mailroom of a big, old firm and work your way up, then being a CEO might be impressive. A few bucks and filling out a form wi...l get you a corporation. You can give yourself any title you want.”“Well, your company is more than that.”“Maybe so,” he said, “but that’s built-a-company bragging rights. There are no CEO bragging rights involved. When you get out of this residency thing, you might want to go solo. If so, there are professional corporations. You, yourself, might. She went up to his room and knocked on the door softly. She didn’t want to wake Angela or Mrs. Sanders. He didn’t answer, so she pushed the door slightly. ‘Chris, can I come in?’ ‘Anna. I’m sorry,’ Chris managed to say. He was sitting in the armchair facing the window and he was crying. His face was in his hands. His loosened tie, half unbottoned shirt, and crumpled pants were barely visible in the light of the moon and the night lamp. When he looked up at Anna, the pain in his face was as. I promised him dinner in exchange for dating therapy, but maybe it’s going to be a late dinner.’ ‘You poor thing. Can he hear me?’ ‘Yes, mom. I’m being good. This body is to die for. How did I miss out on chasing her when we were in school?’ ‘You listen here. Claudia is special. Any of your usual badness and you are in deep doo doo. You both sashay over here in the morning for breakfast, and I want a full report.’ Claudia pushed me down and lay on me with her sex positioned directly over my. In her mind it was genius, the perfect way to leave her Father, both her brothers, and all of her pain and memories behind her. Then she could start fresh. Get a new look so that none of her family would recognize her if they did see her, and get a regular, boring job to fit in casually with the working world. Sunday evening came with the quickness, and Tavia drearily ambled home. She opened and closed the front door as silently as possible, hoping not to wake anyone or draw any attention to.