“Behind his desk was a large window overlooking Chicago’s downtown area, with a far-off view of Lake Michigan to the east. In front of his desk stood the other two junior vice presidents, twenty-eight-year-old Derek Walton, and Jack Ballard, who would turn thirty on his next birthday. Peter looked up at them and said, “Really, fellas, you don’t have to say it just because I’m the boss’s son.” “We’re not, Peter,” Ballard said. “We’re saying it because it’s the best idea.” “Right,” Walton agreed. ...“Look, Peter, haven’t we already been over this ‘I have to walk on eggs because I’m the boss’s son thing? If my dad owned this company, I’d want to build my career right here, just like you are. Your dad has already proven to all of us that you get no favors because you’re Peter Michael Stallworth. You have to pull your own weight and do your own thinking, just like the rest of us.” “And you’ve most certainly done your own thinking on the accounts receivable problem,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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