"Damon, are you still there?"
Arthur's voice crackled slightly over the speakerphone, thick with the unearned joviality of a man who had never been told 'no' in his life.
Damon tore his eyes away from the boy kneeling in the dust. He forced his gaze to the spreadsheet on his monitor, his hands gripping the edge of his desk.
"I'm here, Arthur," Damon said, his voice dropping into its usual, steady baritone. "Just reviewing the Q3 fuel surcharges as we speak."
"Excellent. I knew I could count on you to keep the Tokyo team in line," Henderson boomed. "Vanessa sent me her revised numbers this morning. I have to say, the adjustments to the typhoon delay factor were brilliant. I didn't realize she had such a keen eye for meteorological risk."
Damon's jaw tightened. Vanessa had taken credit for Leo's work. Of course she had.
"The adjustments were necessary," Damon said smoothly. "I made sure they were implemented."
