Executive Functions
Bradley Pendleton smiled at the underling across the table from him. He’d practiced his expression in the mirror a hundred times; he knew it would come across as warm, sincere, comforting.
“I can’t promise you anything quite yet, but I agree that your attendance and yearly reviews are the things we look for when promoting worthy employees.”
Grateful tears shone in her cow-brown eyes. “Oh, Mr. Pendleton, the senior accounting position would mean the world to me and my family.”
Her daughter–he’d forgotten the brat’s name–had some type of cancer. It probably wouldn’t be terminal if the dowdy accountant could throw enough money at enough doctors. But it was a lingering illness either way; a drain on the company’s insurance fund. At the executive team’s weekly golf outin
