"It's--it's not that I don't respect your expertise," Kathy said, twisting her hands, grip tight enough to even look painful. "But you started off by barking orders at me. Not trying to talk, not trying to explain. Just--just snapping. Expecting me to obey without question. And when I protested, you devalued everything I've been doing for two years now. Or--or at least that's how it felt. Worse that that? It felt familiar. I'm used to that. Just not from you."