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I smiled. I poured his coffee. I even slid the cream toward his manicured hand. Then I walked to the front of the room, unclipped the small remote from my pocket, and dimmed the lights. The projector flickered on behind me. Marcus’s grin dissolved slower than sugar in cold water. “Good afternoon, everyone,” I said, my voice steady. “For those who haven’t met me, I’m Priya Anand. I’m the incoming CEO of Halden Vertex, and as of nine this morning, the majority acquirer of Marcus’s parent firm.” The room went so quiet I could hear the espresso machine hissing three floors down. Marcus opened his mouth. Nothing came out. I clicked to the next slide: a signed term sheet, his own signature at the bottom from a merger vote he’d bragged about pushing through last quarter. “Marcus, thank you for the warm welcome,” I continued. “I especially appreciated the coffee tutorial. It’s rare to see leadership so hands-on with hospitality.” A few investors laughed, nervously at first, then loud enough to fill the room. Marcus’s ears turned the color of raw salmon. I clicked again. His performance review, the one HR had flagged six times for “pattern of dismissive behavior toward female staff.” “I read every page on the flight in,” I said. “Along with three complaints filed since January. Consider this your exit interview.” Security opened the door before he could stand. He grabbed his jacket, knocking over the very cup of coffee he’d asked me to pour. It spread across his signed contract in a slow brown bloom. As he passed me, he whispered, “You should’ve said something.” I met his eyes for the first time. “I did,” I said softly. “You just assumed the woman with the coffee had nothing worth hearing.” He walked out. The investors turned back to me, pens ready. I straightened my blazer, stepped to the head of the table, and pulled out the chair Marcus had been sitting in. “Now,” I said, “let’s talk about the future.”