He didn’t answer.

“You said, ‘You’re doing the hard part.’ You said that.

In that chair.”

“That was nine years ago—”

“That’s my point.” I took the folder out of his hands.

“For nine years you’ve been getting promoted, and the only reason you could take a job that meant leaving at seven and getting back at eight is that there was a person at this address making that possible.

You didn’t earn that in spite of me.