Abandoning the bottles in front of her, Tiffany crossed her arms, looking like a warrior preparing for battle.“Since the minute you started, you’ve not listened to a single one of my suggestions.What does that say about you as a manager?Or do you really think so little of me?”
“That couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“Then what is it?”
“I …” I was caught.Well, shit.Compromise had to go both ways, and I’d been pushing back on Tiffany since the beginning.Heavy was the ghost of Piper’s memory.While I could ostensibly differentiate this as a different situation, letting Tiffany in on business decisions, giving her the opportunity to derail my efforts, made me uneasy.
I was the only one taking a risk here.If the bar failed, it would land solely on my shoulders.Controlling the outcome was easier when I was the only one involved, but by shutting her out, I was wasting a valuable resource.Just like that article had said.
“Next time, ask first,” I said, already retreating to my office.
“A simple thank you would be nice.”
Her laughter was muted by the closing of my office door.
