“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.”
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.
