She said if I hadn't humiliated Nelson in front of everyone, he never would have gone drinking. He never would have died. I'd destroyed his brilliant future.
But his program did have those flaws. Every single one I'd identified was real.
If it never went live, fine. But the moment it launched, the data errors would have cascaded across the board. The company wouldn't just lose money. It would lose the trust of every client we had.
I did what needed to be done. Said what needed to be said.
But she would never see it that way.
In her eyes, Nelson Gilbert was perfect. The golden boy who'd come home from a prestigious university overseas, wrapped in brilliance. And me? A nobody who'd graduated from a state school nobody had heard of. Who was I to question him?
I was the one who should have kept his mouth shut. So this time around, I said nothing.
That evening, I had just changed out of my shoes at home when Kate pushed through the door.
Displeasure was written all over her face. She tossed her bag onto the couch and stood in the middle of the living room, staring at me.
"What was that about today?"
"Stomachache," I said evenly.