Paris. A spring evening. The kind where Paris smells like blooming chestnut trees and warm bread. The Seine is doing its thing — quietly showing off. People are walking home with baguettes tucked under their arms like it's a movie prop, except it's just Tuesday in France. Somewhere nearby, a waiter is pretending he doesn't speak English, and honestly, I respect the commitment.

You know that feeling when something happens and your first instinct isn't to post about it, screenshot it, or update your LinkedIn?

Your first instinct is to call your mom.

That's what happened when I found out I'd been accepted into the Forbes Business Council.

Let me rewind.

"Who am I? That's my secret, and I'll never tell."

Nah. Just kidding.

If you've seen Gossip Girl, you know exactly what I mean.

So — who am I?