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Congratulations
Angel Martinez Angel,
On behalf of our board of directors, leadership team and global colleagues, we congratulate you on your well-deserved recognition by Latino Leaders magazine. Your mentorship to many and stewardship in our ascension to the global premier organizational consulting firm reflect the spirit of Korn Ferry – that tomorrow will always be More Than to
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Rosa Gumataotao Rios
American politician (born 1965)
Rosa Gumataotao Rios (born July 17, 1965) is an American academic. She served as the 43rd Treasurer of the United States[1] and is a visiting scholar at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University.
Early life and education
[edit]Rios was born the sixth of nine children in Hayward, California.[2] Rios' mother, an immigrant from Mexico, raised all nine children on her own and with the support of their church,[3][4] sent all of her children to Catholic schools and off to college.[5][6] All nine children worked at a young age. Rios worked beginning in her freshman year of high school at the office headquarters for the Alameda County Library System. Rios stated that she "had won the lottery with this job" as she had access to any book she ever wanted to read and that her experience and reading during this period led in part to her acceptance to
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A Hundred Bucks Says You Won't Read This Story
Published in the September 2013 issue
Our new hundred-dollar bill, like every other single piece of American folding money, is born in this rotary boiler. It's a perfect sphere, an angry kettle fifteen feet across, spinning high off the ground between two stained concrete towers. Most people swear out loud when they see it for the first time. A network of gears, each tooth the size of a fist, churns away in the darkness behind it. The towers and the gears allow the boiler to spin like a planet, like Saturn, rust-colored with bred rings of black grease. It is hot in its shadow, the steam coming off it like breath, and every surface within twenty yards is either dripping or damp. The boiler feels almost monstrous, a relic of a spitting industrial age, corrosive and mean, and it feels that way especially when it finally stops spinning and its oval maw clangs open, vomiting tons of boiling cotton that hits the floor with a heavy s