She smiled.
Emily sat back in her chair. She looked out her window at the Portland skyline, the lights coming on one by one in the dusk. She thought of Leo, Darius, Jenna, Sam, her father, Earl, and a thousand small choices she had made without knowing where they would lead. emily willis influenced
“That’s you, isn’t it?” her father asked. She smiled
The story of influence is rarely about the influencer. It is about the chain. And every chain, no matter how long, begins with a single, quiet link. no matter how long