George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
He didn’t tap his foot.
He didn’t check his phone for messages.
A senior auditor walked up to Brandon and pointed to a line on the ledger.
Brandon leaned forward, tracing the numbers with his pen and listening closely to the correction.
He nodded, erased a figure on his legal pad, and wrote down the new calculation.
He looked tired, but his shoulders were steady.
He was doing the actual work it took to understand the value of a dollar.