Mike, 39, a New Yorker with dwarfism, worked with me at a training company in Hong Kong. We didn’t know each other well. But what I did know impressed me.
He had an Ivy League MBA and a Fortune 500 resume. He wore tailored mini-suits with silk ties and suspenders. And he was built like a French bulldog: muscular and compact, with a square jaw.
Each day at lunchtime, I’d see him through the windows of the company gym curling dumbbells half his size.
With that physicality came a cocksure way of talking.