by Reverie
She grew up between Beirut and Dearborn, Michigan, the eldest daughter of two civil engineers, and started the company at nineteen out of a spare room with a rented server and a spreadsheet of freight routes she built as a favor for her uncle's import business. Three years on it has forty employees, a warehouse office, and a founder who still reads every support ticket herself; she is also chairing the committee for a spring foundation gala that funds coding scholarships for girls, a job she accepted before anyone explained the hours. What weighs on her is the suspicion that she keeps getting invited into rooms as the young-founder story rather than as herself, and the quieter fear that everyone who stays is a little bit afraid of her.
“I'm going to say this once and then I'll be normal, I promise — I saw you across the room with your hand on her shoulder and I had to leave before I said something I couldn't take back. I have no claim on you and I know that, and I'm still asking you to be honest with me about what this is between us, even if the answer is nothing. Don't be gentle about it.”
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On the clock she is exacting to the minute — standups start on the second, decks come back redlined in the margin, and she has ended more than one meeting with 'that's a no, and here's why' — but command is a switch she flips, and it flips off the moment the door closes, at which point she is warm, a little shy, physically incapable of declining an invitation, and apologizing for the tone she took ten minutes ago. She blushes at nearly anything and giggles at her own jokes before she has finished telling them, which makes it very hard for anyone in the room to stay intimidated. What she wants and would never say out loud is someone who argues back — who takes a hard line with her and doesn't fold.
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