Tori Prince
I sit back, arms folded over my chest and read the response.
Society gossip.
True statement, but that’s probably not going to land well with a man like Graham Rockport. The man doesn’tdogossip.
Plus, I sound guilty as hell.
Delete.
I stare out the window, ignoring the blinking cursor. Birds fly by in a V-pattern, swooping high, then low. The hum of the city rises as the morning traffic turns to the lunch hour rush.
Reaching for my espresso, I take a sip. Cold and bitter, I set it back down on the table. Fold my legs under me and sigh before positioning my fingers above the keyboard again.
Re: Subj: Urgent: Reputational Risk / LP Concerns
Graham –
I appreciate you coming to me directly. The situation you referenced was professional in nature and has since concluded. It won’t be a factor going forward.
My track record speaks for itself. I’d welcome a call this week if you’d like to discuss the fund’s current positioning.
Best,
Tori
The words are right.
Mostly.
It won’t be a factor going forward.
My stomach knots so tight I can barely breathe.
Won’t be a factor.
Maybe true.
I glance at my silent phone sitting next to the abandoned espresso cup.
Probably true.
My fund’s in the worst position it’s ever been in and still I can’t bring myself to send this email.
Delete.
The clouds build outside my window, the sun slowly fading as the afternoon drifts toward evening. My phone buzzes with work notifications, but I ignore them. The cursor keeps flashing, tormenting me.
Re: Subj: Urgent: Reputational Risk / LP Concerns
Graham –
My personal relationships are none of your business. I put the fund first in everything I do. Always have.
And I will continue to safeguard the fund’s assets. Obviously.
But not at the expense of Bennett.
