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I remember sitting across from a client last spring—a brilliant carpenter who had just landed his first big contract in Manitoba. He was beaming,...

I remember sitting across from a contractor last spring who looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He’d been running a successful renovation...

I was sitting across from a client last Tuesday—a man who, three years ago, was just a guy with a reliable van and a decent client list—and he...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a crumpled, grease-stained receipt from a client’s lunch meeting that looked like it had been...

I spent my Tuesday morning staring at a literal shoebox of crumpled thermal receipts—the kind that fade if you even look at them too hard—and...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a shoebox of receipts that looked like it had been recovered from a shipwreck, when a client...

I was sitting across from a client last Tuesday—a woman who runs a brilliant little boutique in Halifax—and she was staring at a stack of invoices...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a receipt for a bulk order of tiny denim jackets that looked like it had been through a washing...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a client's ledger that looked less like a financial record and more like a shredded wheat...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a particularly tragic shoebox of receipts—the kind where the thermal paper has faded so much it...