“We need these logs checked every hour!”
Paulson waived an empty blue folder above his head as he bounded up the aisle. All eyes were on him now, as was his intent. In truth, this wasn’t about providing audit evidence, but really another opportunity to crow about how powerful he was.
“Can’t be done,” the e-mail administrator replied softly, taking care to not make eye contact.
“What?!” Paulson bellowed, sucking in his stomach as best he could.
“Well, you just sent out an email telling the board to suck it.
Paulson collapsed into the waiting arms of the security guards.