Fiona left with Job immediately, without a backward glance.
I acted like nothing had happened and went back to eating and shooting the breeze with my buddy.
The next day, just before the end of the workday, I walked straight into the executive suite.
"Everyone, put your work down. We're clocking out early today. Dinner's on me!"
Nobody moved.
Not until Fiona spoke up. "Go ahead, everyone. You're dismissed."
Only then did people set aside their work and follow me to the restaurant.
It was a great meal.
When the last person set down their fork, I asked, "Everyone had enough?"
Everyone said they were done eating.
I called the waiter over and asked for a large bowl, which I set down in front of Fiona.
Then I stood up and scraped the leftovers from every single person's dish into that bowl.
It filled up fast.
Fiona stared at me, confused.
I smiled at her. "Go ahead. Eat. You hate wasting food, right? So finish what your colleagues left behind."
The air pressure in the private dining room plummeted.
Fiona's expression darkened. "Honey, I'm already full."
"You're not leaving this room until that bowl is empty."