Bradley stared at his notebook, finally speechless. The contrast with the man who had been boasting only minutes earlier could hardly have been greater.
After the meeting ended, he came up to me with considerably less confidence.
“I’m sorry about the flight,” he muttered.
“Apology accepted. Your promotion will depend on your work and how you treat your colleagues. Nothing else.”
He nodded and started walking away. His trouser leg shifted, exposing a faint pink stain near his ankle.
“Bradley?”
He paused.
“Yes?”
I couldn’t resist a final smile.
“You missed a spot.”
He stared down in horror.
That evening, I told Megan that her Barbie nail polish had made quite an impression.
“Did he like it this time?” she asked.
I laughed.
“Let’s just say he finally learned to keep his feet to himself.”
