I exorcised some of my guilt over being a bad daughter (I moved to a different country and never call or send photographs) by taking my mother to the top of the Eiffel Tower to watch the sunset. The children tumbled about laughing while we stared down at the lights of the city.
Later we left my children and mother at the hotel and had dinner with various interesting Parisian people, including someone described as a businessman. I know lots of people who work for businesses, including but not limited to nefarious multinational corporations. But they all have technical jobs – mostly doing obscure research.
This fellow is employed to make business for a company, and also advise other companies on how to do business.
We were fascinated and pestered him with questions, but no clarity was achieved.
Twenty years ago, I would never have predicted that this would be my life.