The Holiday Party That Broke the CEO
Language: en
Derek had a habit of rounding down. In the beginning, it was petty enough to ignore. A $9.90 iced latte picked up on the way to the office would turn into a flat nine dollars sent via Venmo. But as the company grew, so did the margins of his theft. When I fronted a $29,999 deposit to secure a waterfront retreat venue for our executive offsite, his reimbursement wire cleared at an even twenty thousand. We’re brothers, Nathan, he would always tell me, clapping a heavy, fraternal hand against my shoulder. Brothers don't keep score over loose change. I swallowed it. I swallowed it because we…