THE TUESDAY MORNING call with his CFO went pretty much as he’d feared.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Drew was managing to hold his temper in check, but only barely. “How did she even manage that? She’s not even employed here, much less set up as an authorized user, Bill.”
A long silence, and Drew’s stomach dropped to his feet.
“Bill?”
No answer.
Drew pinched the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to rebottle his rage before the building headache he suddenly had exploded his head.
“Bill,” Drew said, slowly and evenly, measuring his words. “What did you do?”
He heard a long exhale on the other end of the phone, then he heard Bill clear his throat to prepare to confess.
“Well,” Bill began, “I was spending the weekend with Lola, and I’d forgotten my laptop in my hotel room, so...”
