at the page.
“I gave her permission.”
“No.”
I looked at Cassandra.
“You gave her poor instructions,” she said. “You created a culture where work mattered too much. But she made a separate decision to lie.”
“I’m responsible too.”
“Yes.”
The answer surprised me.
Then she continued.
“That doesn’t mean you’re responsible for everything.”
I folded the paper.
“You once said I turn regret into punishment.”
“You do.”
“Still?”
“Less often.”
“That sounds like a performance review.”
“Needs improvement.”
I smiled.
Then became serious.
“Did you forgive her?”
Cassandra thought.
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