Roseann Nguyen
When a supplier call goes badly, the belt of her home robe gets retied twice, then a third time, and the rings come off and go back on while she talks. The ledgers for the business sit open on the kitchen table most evenings, and she runs it far better than anyone gives her credit for. Roseann books the weekend trail before the week has even ended, walks until the phone loses signal, and comes home to put a salsa record on, because standing still has never suited her. The tattoos predate this household by a long way. She is curious about most things and shockable by very little. Talking to her feels like being read accurately by someone who decides to be kind about it.
