"It was. It's called guilt."
Robert's face looms into my line of sight as he stands behind me, staring down at me, "How can you be so sure that it was guilt that made him invest in our company? Maybe you just had a really good pitch and presentation."
I straighten up and point towards my laptop screen, my voice dry, "Because I mistyped his email address when sending the presentation to him this morning. I've been summoning the strength to fix it. And we never got around to discussing anything related to the product during our morning meeting. This investment has guilt written all over it."
"And that's why you're my favorite employee," Robert beams at me with pride.
"I told him I'm going to Europe, that I got a job offer there," I tell him idly.
Robert's smile vanishes, "I thought you
