I Cancelled My Boss’s Flight

This was the ninth time Warren expected me to front the cash for his first-class ticket.

I stared at the checkout total on my monitor. $1,200. The neon-green numbers burned my retinas.

I’d only been at the firm for six months, and I had already floated his travel expenses eight times. It added up to $6,500.

Every single time I submitted the expense reports, Accounting kicked them back. The reason was always the same: Director-level executives are not authorized for first-class travel.