I glare at the tiny photo beside Graeme’s name, at his strong, smooth chin and short brown hair. I hate to admit it, but the first time I saw his picture, I actually thought the arrogant jerk was handsome. And when we spoke on the phone on his very first day over a year ago, oof. I nearly melted. His voice is deep and rich and husky, like a lumberjack dipped in a chocolate fountain.

Then we started working together, and it wasn’t two weeks before Graeme The Rotten Troll showed his true colors.

It started when some gem video footage from one of our Costa Rica cruises landed in my in-box. Most of it was typical—guests having fun on a hike, beaming smiles, high energy—but toward the end, the videographer included B-roll showing two capuchin monkeys grooming each other. It was blink-or-you-miss-it fast: one monkey appeared to sniff the other monkey’s butt, made a sour face, then lost its balance and fell out of a tree. Hilarious, right?

I figured, hey, people love funny animal videos, so let’s cut in some other wildlife clips from our cruises, set it to music, add clever captions, and post it on social media with hashtags targeted to boost engagement. I put my halfway-decent video editing skills to good use, and when I had a version I was happy with, I forwarded it to Graeme, our newly minted social media manager, for posting.

And the damn thing went viral.

I didn’t know it went viral until the next morning, when our boss, James, pulled it up at our weekly department meeting. More than fifty thousand views and climbing. Post engagement was up 67 percent and our website traffic had shot through the roof.

After the clapping and laughter died down, James boomed his approval in the general direction of the speakerphone where Graeme was dialed in.

“Fabulous, brilliant. See, everyone? This is what ingenuity looks like Well done, Graeme.”

“Well done, Graeme.” Not, “Well done, Henley.”

And what did Graeme say in response to our boss wrongly giving him all the credit? After a few seconds of staticky phone silence, he simply said, “Thank you.”

As if that wasn’t enough, James decided to smear salt in the wound. “I wish all of you would take Graeme’s initiative,” he said to the group, then looked directly at me. “Especially you, Henley. Costa Rica is your region, after all.”