He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

his hair, fingers trembling.

— I can fix this. I… Look. The Board wants answers. They want to know why the only person who kept our structure running is suddenly gone.

I tilted my head.

— And what did you tell them?

His silence was answer enough.

— Fiorina, — he said again, softer this time. — I underestimated you. All right? I thought you were replaceable.continue reading …