I drank.
“You approved the liquidation of a rival firm’s pension fund yesterday.” You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...
He sighed. “Laeral. If you don’t drink it, Karen from Compliance will file a ‘lack of team synergy’ report. She sold her firstborn for a corner office. She will eat you.” I drank
That was me. Laeral Thornwood. 347 years old. Pristine of robe, pure of heart, and, according to my mothers’ exasperated letters, hopelessly naive . pure of heart
Malachar leaned close. His breath smelled of burnt 401(k)s. “You are doing evil while believing it is good . That is not purity, little sprout. That is middle management.”
The taste was… efficient. Two hours later, I approved my first hostile takeover memo without reading the fine print.