I stepped aside.
His hand froze in midair. His expression went rigid.
"Agatha, what's that supposed to mean?"
"I already let Genevieve go. I handed over the project. What more do you want from me?"
A flash of anger crossed his face.
But I just looked at him calmly, the way someone might look at trash on the sidewalk.
"Bruno, something that's been dirtied doesn't come clean just because you rinse it off."
"Especially not a person's heart."
He stared at me in disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitching.
I didn't bother acknowledging it. I simply told him, my voice flat: "Don't forget, this is the first chance I'm giving you. Don't disappoint me."
Then I turned and walked away.
Bruno stayed rooted to the spot.
A shadow had settled over his face, dark and heavy.
Don't rush. This is only the beginning.
Securing initial approval authority over the project meant that Henson Group had to follow my directives on it without question.
And the first thing I did was freeze one of Bruno's critical payments.
The next morning, his call came in, his voice tight with urgency. "Agatha, the project's startup funds got sent back? This is going to throw off the entire timeline!"