“Sounds wonderful,” I said.
“It will be. Margaret practically promised me the position.”
I casually asked whether he’d completed his presentation for Friday.
“Finished? The designer sent everything over last week.”
Elias routinely paid a freelancer to turn his quarterly reports into professional slides. He considered preparing them himself beneath his position.
“Have you checked it?” I asked.
He looked offended.
“That’s what I pay professionals for. Besides, I’ve given these presentations a hundred times.”
Thursday evening, he carefully laid out his best suit.
“Make something nice tomorrow. We’ll celebrate when I get home.”
“Of course.”
He kissed my forehead and went upstairs.
I glanced toward his laptop.
For someone so convinced of his own intelligence, Elias placed extraordinary trust in other people’s work.
Friday morning, he came downstairs wearing his finest suit and an expensive watch he’d purchased as an early reward for his anticipated promotion.
