“We revolutionized cold-chain logistics for pharmaceutical companies, developed the algorithms that optimized delivery routes for Amazon’s grocery division, and created the inventory management systems used by most major retailers.”
Mrs. Whitfield had been staring at me like I’d just announced I was from another planet.
“Your co…”
“Forbes ranked me 47th on their list of richest self-made women,” I’d said. “Though I prefer to focus on the fact that Anderson Global employs over 85,000 people worldwide and has been carbon neutral for 3 years running.”
Patricia had found her voice first.
“Marcus, you said she worked at a grocery store.”
“She does.”
Marcus had looked like he was having trouble processing basic information.
“She told me she worked in food retail.”
“Food retail logistics,” I’d clarified gently. “I oversee supply chain operations for every major grocery chain in North America, plus expanding operations in Europe and Asia. When I said I worked in food retail, I meant I was revolutionizing how food gets from producers to consumers.”
Uncle Richard had been staring at his bourbon like it might provide answers.
“The résumé help I offered was very thoughtful,” I’d said. “Though my current position is working out well.”
David had checked his watch.
“Ms. Anderson, we really do need to leave. The Singapore call is critical. Chin Industries won’t wait. And if we miss this window, the merger could collapse. That’s 18,000 jobs hanging in the balance.”
“Of course.”
I turned to Marcus and Patricia.
“Congratulations again on your wedding. It was beautiful, and I wish you both every happiness.”
“Wait.”
Marcus had grabbed my arm again, then immediately let go when David had shifted his weight.
“Emma, I don’t understand. Why didn’t you tell us? Why let us think…”