Legacy
Her fingers clutched the edges of the board so hard her knuckles were white.
"Sir, the data was pulled from last night’s—"
"I don’t care where it was pulled from," Luke interrupted, stepping into her personal space. He didn't raise his voice, which somehow made it scarier. "It’s sloppy. It’s mediocre. And I don’t pay for mediocrity. If you can't distinguish a projected share increase from actual revenue, find a job that requires less thinking. Perhaps in a kitchen."
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