CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE WEEK PASSED quickly, meetings running smoothly and no more issues with poaching. I wasn’t quite ready to breathe a sigh of relief, but I was happy not to be putting out any more fires.
Chase reported in on Tuesday and indicated that as best as he could find, the problem in Seattle was John and his questionable treatment of women. Chase’s report had been slightly less professional in the wording, calling him a predatory asshole and suggesting the female employees have the opportunity to line up for nut shots like the dunk tank at a carnival.
He ran into a problem when nobody wanted to talk about John’s behavior; they just alluded to it, so there was no proof. I couldn’t fire him without complaints. Instead, the plan was to micromanage him to death and wait for him to
