“You are obviously worked up over what just happened. Take a few minutes to catch your breath.” He poured a glass for himself, and sat across from her. “I am in no hurry.”
“I’ll be fine.” She managed a half-hearted smile. “It’s just the stress of having to do something unpleasant.” As she shuffled through the papers on her desk, Lucky heard her say, “It’s times like this that I think I would rather just design. And leave the running of the business to….”
“So hand over the management of the shipyard to a manager. A man. Let men handle firing men. You shouldn’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
“I can’t. I feel… responsible for… all of it.” Mrs. Watkins’ gaze again went to the open doorway. “My husband has trained me, and is still teaching me to this day how to run this business. Firin
