Three weeks into my new role at Knight Industries, and I was pretty sure corporate life was designed to kill your soul slowly.
"The Hartley situation was lucky," James said during our morning meeting. "But can you replicate that success?"
I resisted the urge to throw my coffee at him.
"Lucky?" I set my cup down carefully. "I spent twelve hours researching their financial history. That's not luck. That's work."
Robert cleared his throat. "What James means is—"
"I know what he means." I leaned back in my chair. "He thinks I got lucky once and won't be able to do it again. So let's prove him wrong."
Christian's hand found mine under the table, squeezing once.
We'd gotten better at presenting a united front in these meetings. Christian would defer to me on strategic deci
