The Ten Million Dollar AC Bill
Language: en
The quarterly all-hands meeting was in full swing. I was huddled in the third row, notebook open, trying to catch every word of the projected growth charts, when Howard’s voice sliced through the air like a dull blade. "Caitlin?" I froze. Howard, the CEO, was staring at me from the podium. His expression was a mix of calculated disdain and public theater. He looked me up and down, his lip curling into a sneer that didn’t match his expensive suit. "Is the office climate control that vital to your existence?" he asked, his voice dripping with irony. "Because, from where I’m sitting, your AC…