quiet-the-power-of-introverts-in-a-world-that-cant-stop-talking-susan-cain

I expected. There was a fashion designer
with long, curly hair, bright lipstick,
and pointy snakeskin boots; a secretary
with thick glasses and a clipped,
matter-of-fact manner, who talked a lot
about her Mensa membership; a couple
of investment bankers, tall and athletic;
an actor with black hair and vivid blue
eyes who bounded cheerfully across the
room in his Puma sneakers but claimed
to be terrified the entire time; a Chinese
software designer with a sweet smile
and a nervous laugh. A regular crosssection
of New Yorkers, really. It might
have been a class in digital photography
or Italian cooking.
Except that it wasn’t. Charles explained
that each of us would speak in
front of the group, but at an anxiety
level we could handle.
A martial arts instructor named
Lateesha was first up that evening.
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