I was just eighteen, fresh out of high school when I
landed my first real job working for a small construction
company. The work required me to spend a lot of time away
from home, which was a new and exciting experience.
Dean, the owner of the company, was in his mid—thirties.
He had a body that was like a rock and a handsome face. He
gave the outward impression of being someone to reckon with
if you dared cross him, but deep down he was as gentle as a
lamb.
Dean was the kind of boss who worked right along with
his crew. I guess, because of my age, he saw ...
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