STAY A LITTLE LONGER
I told myself I needed another opinion on the Morrison proposal.
It sounded reasonable. Professional. The kind of justification that would have satisfied anyone who asked — a CEO reviewing a significant document before it was filed, wanting a second set of eyes, standard practice.
The Morrison proposal had been approved that morning.
I knew that when I pressed the intercom.
"Glande, could you come to my office for a moment?"
"Of course," she said.
She arrived in under a minute. One knock — always one — and then she stepped inside carrying her tablet with the specific readiness of someone who had learned to arrive prepared for whatever version of the day I was going to present her with.
"You needed me?" she said.
I gestured to the chair across from my desk.
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