I could hear the hum of traffic outside our Flatiron office—sirens, horns, and idle engines—and I might as well have been outside instead of the four hour “partner meeting” I was in.
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When Our Fire Stops Burning
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I could hear the hum of traffic outside our Flatiron office—sirens, horns, and idle engines—and I might as well have been outside instead of the four hour “partner meeting” I was in.