I knew I’d made the right decision for us both, but no part of it felt good. I’d spent the whole morning snapping at everyone and I was pretty sure I screwed my chances at becoming a partner. Miranda, my joint assistant, poked her head around my door. “Can I speak to you for a minute, please?” I wanted to tell her no and that if she spoke to me again I’d fire her on the spot. But I didn’t. Grinding my teeth, I gestured to the chair. “Sure.” She walked into the room and sat opposite my desk, her heels clicking against the polished concrete floor. “I know it’s not my place but I just wanted to ask if you’re okay?” “I’m fine,” I replied. “Well, I’m glad about that…” “What’s going on, Miranda?” “The email you sent me yesterday had a few mistakes on it. Only minor things and I was able to check your contacts to find the correct addresses of the clients but it’s unlike you. I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if there was anything extra I can help with?”
