End Game
“She invented and sold an app to Apple and now she manages one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the country.”
“Wow,” Sheila says, eyes widening. “That’s amazing. What’s the app called? I might have it.”
Mr. Jones winks. “If it’s one of those candy smashing games, she does.”
The waiter brings our drinks and I sip at my Sprite. “It’s not an app like that. It’s more like an app for apps that helps with the way they process and store data, making them more efficient while taking up less space.”
“You lost me.” Mr. Jones shakes his head and laughs.