He watched as Brad printed multiple color copies of the deck, punched holes in them neatly, and placed them in a leather binder embossed with his initials. He carried it everywhere, like a preacher with his holy text. “The future of Vertex is in these slides,” he boasted. Technically, he wasn’t wrong.
When Ethan offered to “check everything one last time,” Brad waved him off with exaggerated confidence. “Relax, kid. Daddy’s got this.” The phrase made Ethan laugh out loud for the first time in weeks. He covered it with a cough and said, “Of course, Brad. You got this.”