Eddie B.
Of the group of us who started together, Eddie had proven the most suited for corporate life. He was above me, but not directly, on the company's org. chart. Clearly, he felt his standing, in this situation, obligated him to deliver a motivational speech.
He leaned in, so uncomfortably close I couldn't make eye contact. I focused on his collar. While he spouted empty slogans (If I'm relaxing, I'm not achieving. Your dreams shouldn't let you sleep.), I noticed, under his perfect Windsor knot, the top button of his shirt had worked its way undone.