He stood and adjusted his suit jacket so that his body didn’t betray his shameful weakness. He walked toward her and sat informally on the edge of her desk. "Why make a product when you can make dollars? Right this second, I’m earning millions in interest off money I don’t even have."
He gestured to his floor-to-ceiling windows, a symbol of his productive ability and goodness.
(Hat tip: Dylan Matthews)
The Dish 