“I’m setting up an Insight Room,” Samiah continued. “I talked it over with Justin and Bianca in the Cybersecurity Department. They’ve agreed to restore a higher level of security access to those of us who worked on the Anderson project last year. That work is proprietary, but because the university’s issues are similar, I think we can use those things that aren’t proprietary from Anderson to figure out a solution for Huston-Tillotson. We can do this, gang.”

She ended the meeting, and the team filed out of her office. Everyone except for Keighleigh Miller. Samiah had barely tolerated having her in here after the bullshit she’d pulled yesterday, and she had the nerve to stick around?

“Do you need something?” Samiah asked, her tone deliberately unwelcoming.

Keighleigh hunched her shoulders and smiled. “I just wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings after what happened with Grant yesterday.”

“You mean the part where you presented my ideas on the Swiss Burger account as if they were your own?”

Samiah had emailed her proposal to her team for feedback. Not twenty minutes later, Grant Meecham came into her office, praising the ingenious plan Keighleigh had sent to him.

Keighleigh’s smile wobbled slightly. “I was just so excited after the long hours we’ve all spent on Swiss Burger. I wanted Grant to know about the idea ASAP.”

Samiah leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers over her stomach.

“So, you were so excited the thought of mentioning that I was the one who came up with the solution completely slipped your mind? Is that what happened?”

“You know Grant.” Her coworker shrugged dismissively. “He doesn’t look at individuals. He’s all about the team effort.”

Samiah arched a brow. “So why didn’t you tell him it was the team that proposed the idea? I saw the email you sent to Grant.”

Keighleigh’s eyes bulged.

“Yes,” Samiah continued with a nod. “He was so thrilled with your idea that he forwarded the email so I could read it myself. You presented my idea as if it was your own. You didn’t mention the team.” Samiah pushed up from her chair and marched toward her. Lowering her voice, she said, “I’ve tolerated this kind of bullshit in the past, but no more. I’ll be damned if I just sit here while you take credit for my work.”

Her eyes had grown to a cartoonish size. “It…umm…it’s not that at all,” she said. “You should take it as a compliment.”

The fuck?

“A compliment?” She was two seconds from taking off her shoes and earrings and going straight-up Houston Third Ward on this bitch. “You can keep your damn compliments,” Samiah said. “I don’t need them. If you try that shit you pulled yesterday again, I will literally kick your ass up and down these hallways, you hear me?”