11

I indicated the awards on my shelves. “A lot of people think so. Including Graham. Show some respect.”

“You show me some.”

I was on my feet, yelling again. “I will when you do something to deserve it!”

“He was out of line telling me what to do.”

I threw my hands in the air. “You were out of line!” I shouted. “This is his product—his baby—and you tell him we know it better? You’re a moron!”

“Well, you’re an asshole!”

My door opened, and Graham strode in, upset.

“I can hear the two of you all the way to the elevator. What the hell is going on?”

“Why don’t you tell him, Brad?” I sat down, done with him. “Explain this to Uncle Gray.”

Brad lifted one shoulder in a dismissive gesture. “A client didn’t like what I had to say.”

I couldn’t stop the growl. “Because you talked down to him. You belittled a client!”

Brad opened his mouth to speak, but Graham raised his hand. “I already had a call from Marcus Whitby. A very unhappy one. He told me to straighten out my staff and to call him when it