Along with a notebook detailing the dates, times and contents of every single conversation we’d ever had.
Peter’s boss frowned as he picked up one of the proposals.
“This is from the Jackson project, yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses. “Mr. Cunningham put together quite a strong proposal. We acquired the client because of this.”
“Peter didn’t write it,” I said. “I did.”
More than half a dozen eyes blinked at me. Peter’s face went white.
“I also wrote this one.” I handed him a thick pile of sheets, photocopies of a presentation, as his look of consternation turned into surprise.
I turned to Valerie Courtice and held out a stack of spreadsheets.
“I also analyzed the data from the Harris and Ty project,” I told her.
She had a flat, unreadable expression on her face as she flipped through the pages.
“This is the data from the A/B split test, correct?” she said, tone even. “Where Peter discovered one of the campaigns was performing better than the others despite looking the same on the surface?”
“WhereIdiscovered it, yes,” I corrected her, making sure to keep my voice steady and non-confrontational.
“And why were you working on this project?” she asked. “I don’t believe you were assigned to it.”
Here we go…
I steeled myself.
“Because Peter blackmailed me into doing his work,” I said.
Dead. Silence.
“Wait a minute!” Peter blustered. Every head in the room turned to him. “This is completely—”
“Mr. Cunningham, I would like you to be quiet, please,” Courtice cut in. She pinned me down with a stare. “Ms. Browning, this is a serious accusation.”
“I’m aware. Peter has been given all these promotions based on his work when it’s been me the whole time.”
“And you can prove that you are the one who did this work, not Mr. Cunningham?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“No,” Peter interjected, flustered. “I have no idea why she’s making this up, but I’m the one who did all this work.”
“Ask me,” I said. “Ask me anything about any of these.”
Courtice scanned the document in her hand.
“Why was it that one of the campaigns did better than the others, even though the results looked the same?” she asked.
“Because everyone was looking at total video ad completion rates,” I explained easily. “But of course when I dug deeper, I found that there were twenty percent more people who got to the ten second mark in the first ad campaign when compared to the second campaign, which only had—”
She held up a hand. I stopped, having proven my point.
I’m great at my job,I thought viciously in Peter’s direction.I know my shit.
Nothing that asshole said could take away from that.
“Peter,” Courtice said, turning to him. “How many people got to the ten second mark in the second ad campaign?”