the copy of that report.
I didn’t feel vindicated.
I felt angry.
Because the people who would suffer first were the workers who had nothing to do with Harold’s decision.
The employees who missed their wages wouldn’t care who had won an argument in a conference room.
They would care about rent, food, fuel, medicine, and whether their children had what they needed.
That was why payroll mattered.
It had always mattered.
And Harold had treated it like an administrative inconvenience.
Chapter Five: The Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing
By noon,