ADRIAN POVThe problem with Christmas was not Christmas. It was my grandmother.“Adrian, tell me you are not planning to spend Christmas alone again.”I closed my eyes. Of all the calls I could receive in the middle of a billion dollar acquisition meeting, this had to be the one.“Grandmother,” I said quietly, “I’m in a meeting.”“I know.”Her voice came through the phone with the same authority that had once made me sit straight at six years old.Across the conference table, twelve executives suddenly became fascinated by their documents.Nobody dared interrupt me. One look from me had been enough to stop a vice president from speaking five minutes earlier.Now I was standing at the head of the table, phone pressed to my ear, listening to the only woman in Manhattan who could make me feel like a disobedient child.“You have been in meetings for the last three years,” she continued. “That excuse has become boring.”“I have work.”“You always have work.” She said.“I run a company.”“A
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