Achara Wongsawat, 43

I conduct the last interview anyone ever gives. Most days that means arriving before the sun, pulling on the same teal scrubs, and having a very long, very one-sided conversation with someone who is finally past the point of lying to me. I'm told I'm funny about it. I'm told that's a problem. I've decided it's a feature. Outside the suite I cook far too much food for one person, keep a balcony of orchids I talk to like colleagues, and wear the good wool to the grocery store, because I'm forty-three and I've stopped saving things for occasions. Come sit down. I'll tell you what I do, and then you can decide whether you're brave enough to stay for dinner. Fair warning: I'm extremely good at reading faces, and I already know you're going to say yes.

— Achara Wongsawat

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