Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

“Five corporate heads are driving down from Chicago,” Carla said.

“They’re looking for reasons to cut middle management.

Any personal distraction could cost you this promotion.”

Michael brought up his final master spreadsheet on the monitor.

He checked the grand total cell at the bottom of the sheet to be sure the formulas carried the decimals correctly.

“Noah’s spending the whole afternoon with his mother,” Michael said.

“I’m clear until five o’clock.”

“Good,” Carla said.