“That’s really not relevant to me,” he said, and glanced at his watch.

“My father was far too soft on the staff.

Sentimental.

I run things differently.

So if you’ll just hand over your keys, please.”

I want to be honest about what I felt in that moment, standing in the library where I had dusted every book, being dismissed like a stain on the carpet by a man whose father I had loved.