Good at Losing Quietly
“This gives you control over my shares.”
“It’s technical language. You never liked technical details.”
Another mistake. “I’ll review it tomorrow.”
His fork hit the plate. “Helena, stop making everything difficult.” “Everything?”
Fear crossed his face, then the arrogance came back. “You live comfortably because I handle reality. Just sign it.”
I lowered my eyes and let him believe I’d folded.