“You walked out on a quarterly regional audit,” Carla said.

“You left five corporate heads sitting there without one word of explanation.”

Michael zipped up his jacket against the wind.

“My son called me for help.”

“I know you’ve got family problems,” Carla said.

“I tried to warn you exactly what these distractions would cost.”

Carla held out the manila folder.

The edge of a typed form poked out the top.