I worked at the same company for twenty-two years. I started in the mailroom and worked my way to senior project manager. I trained most of the people above me. I stayed late when nobody asked me to and came in early when the project demanded it and I did it because I believed, genuinely and completely, that the work spoke for itself.
I was wrong about that.
For eleven of those twenty-two years, a man named Craig Harmon had been taking my work and presenting it to leadership as his own. He was my direct supervisor. He had a louder voice and a better suit and he had learned very early that I was too polite to correct him in public. So he kept doing it. Quarter after quarter. Year after year.
I knew it was happening. My colleagues knew it was happening. Even some of the executives knew, though they found it easier not to look directly at. Craig played golf with the right people. He had the easy confidence of a man who had never once doubted his own right to take up space.
And then one Tuesday afternoon the company announced a firm-wide restructuring. A new executive vice president was being brought in from outside. Her name was Dr. Patricia Owens and she had a reputation for rebuilding teams from the ground up and not keeping people who did not actually do the things they claimed to do.
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