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

reflex, my muscles tightening before the connection was even made. His voice detonated through the speaker before I could even inhale.

— What the hell do you think you’re doing?

— Fiorina. A vacation. During audit preparation week. My leave was approved.

I kept my voice calm, a sharp contrast to his hysteria.

— We don’t approve laziness. Consider this continue reading …