The day had already started badly.
The news about the loss with Larson & Sons arrived before my second cup of coffee. Half a million euros gone because of a miscalculation in the security system by one of our interns. We’d had big losses before, but nothing this serious. Now the tenth-floor meeting room was thick with tension, filled with shareholders whose expressions ranged from disappointment to open fury.
“This is unacceptable, Benites.”
The glass of water in front of me suddenly seemed far more interesting than the red face of the financial director. He was right. It was my fault. But over the past few days, my mind had been everywhere except here.
“We’ll fix it,” I said, my voice colder than I intended. “We’ll review the protocols and compensate Larson.”
“Compensate? They’re alr
