"Do either of you have any idea what he's been doing behind your backs? That hundred-million-dollar bid we lost last month? That was because of him—"
"Enough!" Cheryl cut me off without a shred of hesitation. "Drew, you're becoming impossible."
"Douglas was working on that bid until three in the morning. Where were you?"
"Losing a bid happens. He gave it everything he had."
"What right do you have to blame him?"
Douglas lowered his head at just the right moment, the picture of wounded innocence. "Ms. Delgado, please, don't. Mr. Dickerson only wants what's best for the company. And the bid falling through really was my fault."
"It had nothing to do with you." Cheryl scoffed. "He's jealous of you, plain and simple. Looking for reasons to pick a fight."
"You've been with this company six months, and your results speak for themselves."
"Meanwhile, certain people coast on their board seat, do nothing all day, and have the nerve to criticize everyone else's work."
"It's pathetic."
A chill spread through my chest.
That bid was mine. I'd shepherded it from the ground up, and it had been all but guaranteed.