After My Manager Stole My Slides and Said I Wasn’t…

near the kitchenette stopped pouring coffee.

I straightened my blazer, took a breath, and opened the door.

“Ah, here she is,” Derek said, with a strange smile that did not reach his eyes. “Megan is one of our analysts who helped compile some of the data.”

Some of the data.

Not the entire proposal.

Not the model.

Not the solution.

Some of the data.

I kept my continue reading …