to remember today.”
Elaine dropped my nameplate as though it had burned her fingers.
Grant stepped toward me, suddenly gentle.
That frightened me more than his arrogance had.
“Claire,” he said softly, “let’s talk at home.”
“No,” I said. “You brought your mother to my workplace. We can finish here.”
The legal officer opened the compliance folder on the counter.
Vendor codes.
Refund logs.
Emails.
Security footage showing Grant entering my office after hours and using my terminal while I was visiting my father in hospice.
Elaine stared at the
