At my wife’s birthday party, my son suddenly pointed at her boss and shouted, “Daddy, that’s the man with the caterpillars.”

My parents stood to shake his hand.

He was her boss and mentor.

Our neighbors Lisa and Tom waved from across the table.

“This is Marcus,” Amber announced. “The reason I got promoted.”

“Oh, please,” he chuckled. “She did all the work. I just signed the paperwork.”

Polite laughter rippled through the room.

I handed him a glass and forced a smile.

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