The business meeting with Mr. Bezos the previous day still tortured
her. What a disaster, and she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. Always trying
just a little too hard. She was the
one who bragged that she had a 5 handicap, whatever that was. The topic had turned to
golf, and she’d spun a bit of a story. Hey, she was a storyteller. Bezos had seen through her lie pretty
quickly. Who knew the term three pointer
wasn’t from golf? Oliv had been so close to sealing the deal . . . but it was
over now. Clowns dressed in golf attire had popped up in her dreams all night long.
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