The first time I met Ali Alshalal, it was for a morning coffee meeting with my boss. The wooden floors of The Crest were freshly washed and waxed, and all but one table had chairs atop it. Two things happened. First, I dropped my bag—and therefore my work laptop—on the ground, right in front of my boss. Nerves, probably. It's not a great Jill experience unless there's at least some awkwardness. The other thing was that I decided I wanted to write a story about this man.
One thing did not happen: I did not fall on my ass on the way out the door. A miracle.