First, to clear out my things. Second, to take my projects with me.
Every single one of those deals I'd negotiated myself, piece by piece. The partners knew my name, not anyone else's.
Patrick pushed the door open and saw the files in my hands. His brow creased.
"You're still recovering. You shouldn't push yourself like this. Hand these over to June and let her take care of them."
I looked up at him, almost stunned by the absurdity.
These projects were built on how many sleepless nights I'd spent writing proposals, how many rounds of revisions, how many meetings I'd personally sat through with every partner.
And he thought one sentence was enough to gift them to June?
When Patrick saw I hadn't moved, his expression darkened.
"I'm doing this for your own good. Besides, projects don't wait. June needs a big account to prove herself and shut people up."
Funny. When I first joined the company, Patrick said he was worried people would think I'd gotten in through connections. So he made me start from the very bottom.
In the dead of summer, over a hundred degrees, I was out chasing leads. In winter blizzards, I sat across from partners alone.