"WE SAVED $82K CUTTING HIS DEPARTMENT" THE CEO'S NEPHEW BRAGGED. IN THE PACKED BOARDROOM FOR THE $285M DEAL, THE GERMAN AUDITOR SLAMMED HIS FOLDER DOWN. "WHO IS HUGH MORRISON?" HE DEMANDED. THE CEO STARED AT HIS NEPHEW, FACE WHITE.

Synopsis

The first time Trevor Vale laughed about ruining my life, he did it with a champagne flute in his hand. “We saved eighty-two grand cutting his department,” he told the executive table, loud enough for me to hear through the glass wall. That was what he called twenty-seven years of my work. My name was Hugh Morrison. I had built the risk-controls division at…