The Protege's Five Million Dollar Betrayal

Summary

My protégé had just stolen a five-million-dollar wealth management contract right out from under me.

She stood there, waving the freshly signed receipt in my face, looking incredibly smug.

"Mentor, the client specifically asked to open the account under my name. I couldn't exactly push the business away, could I?"

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You're getting old, and you move too slow."

"Don't look at me with that bitter, wrinkly face! Tell you what, I'll treat you to a bubble tea to make up for it."