“You understand people.”
“That doesn’t make me qualified to run an investment division.”
“No.”
She nodded toward the pitch deck still open on the conference monitor.
“But I read your work while waiting for you.”
I followed her gaze.
“You read my presentation?”
“All fifty-four slides.”
“That may have been more dangerous than what happened this morning.”
She laughed.
Then her face became serious again.
“You built the strategy Gavin was going to present?”
“Yes.”
“And the last six major accounts this agency won?”
I hesitated.
“Mostly.”
Gavin said nothing.
Eleanor studied me.
“I don’t hire saviors, Christopher. I hire judgment.”
She stepped closer.
“This morning, every driver on that road had information. A person was in distress. They all made decisions.”
Her eyes held mine.
“You made yours before you knew my name.”
A cold shiver moved through me.
Then Daniel handed her a document.
Eleanor placed it on the table.
