Sean met me outside my cube, and we walked together to the room where the PSIRB was meeting. It was over in the executive part of the building, a place I’d never been to before. I’d tried to call Crayton, but he was not responding.
“You’ve got a really tough audience in there,” said Sean. “They won’t give you a second chance if you slip up anywhere.”
I stopped and grabbed him by the arm. “What do you mean me? My recollection is that we both worked on this into the late hours last night, or was I hallucinating from too much energy drink”?
“Now I’m confused,” said Sean with a grin. “I thought you were the one last night who was accusing me of stealing your ideas and taking credit for them ... as I was helping you even ...