Quality Time
Wearing a fresh shine on his shoes, a suit his wife gave him on graduation day and a determined look on his face, Brian stood outside his new office. It wasn’t the corner office, but it looked pretty good to him. The smell of new leather from his chair and the warm glow of sunshine streaming through the window greeted him as he positioned his alligator briefcase on the corner of his mahogany desk.
Click, click. Brian opened his briefcase and took out three items—a hammer, a nail, and his college degree.
Mr. Pensky smiled and turned to leave. As he was walking out of the room he said,
“I’m sorry, sir, but that won’t work for me.”
“Well,”
It takes more than
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