On my first morning as chief executive, I walked into the lobby in the same navy suit. Megan, the receptionist, stood up so fast she knocked over her pen pot.

“Mrs Hart! I'm so sorry about last week. I didn't know—”

“You were the only person who treated me like a person,” I said. “Thank you for that.” Upstairs, the whole company had gathered. Eighty people. Some looked nervous. Some looked curious. A few older staff who remembered my father were smiling.

“I'm Grace,” I said. “Some of you met me at Christmas parties, standing in the corner. Some of you didn't notice me at all. That's fine. I'm not here to punish anyone. I'm here to make sure this company is run honestly, for everyone who works here.”

I promised them three things: a proper pay review, no more secret spending, and an open door.

That afternoon, I promoted Megan to office manager. She cried in the lift.

At six o'clock, I packed my bag. On the way out, I saw someone waiting by the revolving doors.

Daniel. Thinner. Unshaven. Holding a gift bag with a football inside.

“I'm not here to fight,” he said. “I'd just like to see Leo. If you'll let me.”