Spinning Down the Rabbit Hole Part 1
He sat at his desk, holding his business card in his hand. “Mitchell B. Edwards,” it read. Below his name it said, “Director of Corporate Development.” “Should I be impressed?” he thought to himself. “I’m pretty young to be a Director of anything, but I’m not especially impressed myself,” he thought. “At thirty-two I am a director in this large and growing company. My Mom is impressed at my progress. The people around me seem to be impressed,” his thinking continued. He looked around his...