Vendeholt smiled. It was a small smile, the kind that barely moved his mustache. He took a sip of his cold coffee, grimaced, and poured it out.
Subject: My two cents
The email chain below was a disaster. Thirty-seven replies deep, CC’s bleeding into BCC’s, attachments named FINAL_v3_REALFINAL.doc and a poll that someone had started at 2 AM about whether the quarterly report should be blue or gray. Vendeholt had voted for gray. He was the only one. vendeholt reacts
He didn’t go to lunch. But he did save the email chain to a folder he called “Wins,” which contained exactly two other messages from the past four years. Vendeholt smiled