in, was tasked with sending out the finalized summit presentation to our key

is face dark with fury. He threw a tablet down

e formatting was destroyed, images were missin

snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "They think we'

tears. "I'm so sorry, David. I just sent the file Sa

ng in the air, th

idn't give her the file this morning, David. I finalized it last night and saved it to the shared server, in the 'Fin

d up the server logs. "The file I saved is timestamped at 10:47 PM last

y downloaded a draft version from her personal temp folder at 8:15 AM th

file was named `Summit_Pres_DRAFT_v2.pptx`. My

niable. Emily had

w to this... I must have gotte

gize to me. I waited for hi

did

This is still your responsibility. You will work all weekend to fix this. You will call every investor personally and

. For her mistake.

t was a simple mistake. We all make them. Don't worry about it." He guide

il the letters blurred. I didn't let the tears fall until I was locked in a bathroom stall, my body

t-out to Emily," he said, beaming. "Despite a small technical hiccup this morning, her quick thinking and hard

ss nights, my painstakingly gathered data, my perfectly crafte

ked at me with pity. Most just looke

i. It was about the blatant injustice of it all. To me, he was all business. Deadlines,

thing to do with the beans. It was the taste of my life, of my