“I know I know you,” I try. “I’m your boss,” he explains. “Well,”—this might be pushing it, but I can’t resist—“you seem like a good one.” To his credit, Jonathan looks the teeniest bit ashamed. Because, when you get right down to it, a truly great boss doesn’t chase his employees into shower units and land them up in hospital. “I…” He seems genuinely at a loss. “Thank you.”
