“Rebecca, surely we can discuss this privately—”
“Of course. But since you’ve already shared your version with everyone, I thought they might appreciate the missing details.”
A woman across the table was laughing openly now.
“Wait. You’re the woman with the nail polish?”
“Guilty.”
“Oh my God!”
Bradley hid his face behind his hands. I gave everyone a moment to regain their composure before speaking again.
“Bradley, I heard everything you said outside this room. Including how you treat people who apparently aren’t important enough to impress.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Fortunately, we’re going to have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other.”
I moved to the head of the conference table and sat down.
“Now, before we discuss anyone’s promotion, perhaps we should discuss what respecting other people actually means.”
