I was a size 26. I had heard every comment, every sideways glance, every dessert-table whisper. I had also learned that numbers on a spreadsheet did not care what I weighed. Ryan did.
It was meant as a warning.
The first time I met him, he glanced at me over the rim of his coffee cup during my interview and tilted his head like I was a mildly inconvenient delivery.
« You went to two grad schools for this? » he asked.
« Yes, » I said. « Quantitative finance and applied analytics. »
He set the cup down.
« You’ll make coffee, » he said. « That’s a better fit for you. »
I caught errors in models the senior analysts swore were airtight\’.
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