"Who gave you the courage? Your therapist?"
Leo's face went the color of a cooked tomato.
He had walked in here a few hours ago genuinely believing that two million dollars and a smug smile would be enough to put a bicycle-riding nobody in his place. Two million dollars.
Stan Harrison had over two hundred million dollars in his account. He could have buried Leo in cash, lit the cash on fire, and walked away barely noticing the smoke.
"You're absolutely right," Leo heard himself say, the words tumbling out faster than his pride could catch them. "I was, I was completely out of line. You're the real one. The real boss. I should have known."
"I've made a fool of myself in front of you. I'll see myself out."
He bowed slightly, turned on his heel, and walked toward the doors of the sales office with all the dignity of a man trying not to break into a run.
By the time he reached the marble steps outside, he was no longer making eye contact with anyone.
