She scowls. “When have you ever known me to ‘get cute’ with anyone?”
“I didn’t ask you to do this.”
Dirty deals are part of the business. If this were anyone else, I’d be clapping Mikayla on the back and telling her to keep it up.
She knows it, too. That’s why she’s both pissed and confused. “You didn’t have to ‘ask me.’ It’s my job. This is exactly what I do every time you tell me you want to acquire a business. And in this case, I executed standard acquisition protocol.” She throws a folder across my desk. “I identified our target’s weaknesses, applied pressure, and created favorable conditions for purchase. Just like I’ve done a million f*****g times before, per your orders.”
I don’t touch the folder; I know what’s inside.
Documentation of how she’s been systematically destroying O
