When he finally finished, puffing his chest out, Sloane leaned forward. "That was adorable, John. But let us give you a lesson."
"So, ladies," he drawled, tapping his Rolex. "Do you know the difference between an asset and a liability?"
Sloane, a forensic accountant with a black belt in Krav Maga, blinked slowly. Margot, a venture capitalist who had liquidated two startups before breakfast, tilted her head. "Tell us, John," Margot said sweetly.
"Your lesson, John," Margot said, sliding a napkin with a severance calculation written on it toward him, "is that gold hair doesn't mean a glass head. The market is about to correct itself. And you are the liability."
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