The next morning, I knocked on his door before he had finished his coffee.
« Got a minute? »
Ryan waved me in without looking up.
« This isn’t fair, Ryan, » I said. « The Henderson deck was mine. The forecasts were mine. The leak I found last quarter would have cost this firm seven million dollars, and you let them shake your hand for it. The team should know. »
He set down his mug slowly, like he was savoring something.
Ryan leaned back and laughed, full and open-mouthed, like I had told him a joke at a dinner party.
« You think this is about fair? »
« I think it’s about honest. »
Ryan leaned back and laughed, full and open-mouthed, like I had told him a joke at a dinner party.
« You know what your problem is? » he asked.
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