He had a rich, deep voice. He made jokes and laughed easily. His voice belonged to a man who, in high school, was six feet tall and played lineback for the football team.
I envisioned him wearing a suit and a lilac tie, doing his best to do good things for his clients and his company. He was on his way up the ladder and he was going to do it in style.
I thought he was African American.
I was wrong.
When I met him I didn't recognize him.
He was my height, and Asian. He wore mechanics' coveralls.
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