On Christmas Eve, my own daughter pushed me toward the door and whispered, “Grant doesn’t want you here.” Then her husband looked at my cheap coat and snapped, “People like you don’t belong at events like this.”

controlled by senior employees’ relatives.

One lead pointed directly to Charles.

I’d stayed out of the investigation to ensure independent evidence gathering.

Earlier that afternoon, our attorneys had authorized suspension notices for all implicated employees.

The Christmas Eve timing was regrettable.

Yet Charles’ arrogance made it strangely fitting.

He pointed at me.

“I’ve given fifteen years to that company.”

“And Meridian has paid you very well.”

“I never stole anything.”

“Then the investigation will prove that.”

Grant moved closer.

“You can stop this.”

There it was.

Not remorse.

A command.