September of last year, the board vote on your promotion.

Derek recommended against it.

Charles cast his forty-one percent by proxy through me.”

“Through you?”

“I cast it in a conference room with a terrible phone line and didn’t say a word to anyone.” He slid a copy across the desk.

“You earned that job.

He only cleared the road for you.”

I read the proxy page and found Charles’s signature at the bottom, taller and more graceful than a man with a mop had any business writing.