I glanced at Rachel.
She said nothing.
Grant persisted, “You’re family. Fix it.”
His audacity was almost impressive.
Five minutes earlier, he’d called me “people like you.”
Suddenly, I counted as family.
Charles grew confrontational.
“You think being majority owner makes you untouchable?”
“No.”
“But you’re going to destroy my career over paperwork?”
“I haven’t destroyed anything.”
I held his gaze.
“Your records will decide that.”
Then my phone rang.
Meridian’s general counsel was calling.
I answered on speakerphone.
“Evelyn,” she said, “we recovered the deleted procurement folder.”
Charles turned
