Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

for dominance in my chest.

David met me in the reception area himself rather than sending an assistant, greeting me with a genuine smile and a simple handshake.

“Claire, thank you for coming on such short notice. I heard today was a big one for you.”

I stiffened slightly. “How did you—”

“Professional networks talk,” he said, not unkindly. “And I won’t continue reading …