Literally, the heat rises from the bottom of my feet, firmly planted in two-inch heels, up my calves, into my solar plexus, up my throat.
My head is about to explode.
My vocal cords feel slightly constricted as I begin to probe.
Was there a specific reason you changed our strategy?
Was anyone on the team consulted?
No one else spoke up.
I brought the obvious contradiction to the table as every other person pushed chairs backwards as if distancing from the truth of the situation.