Clara’s mouth fell open.
“You know about the accounts?”
“Not enough yet. But I know that your dismissal deserves a proper investigation.”
She sank onto the sofa.
For three months, she had believed that the people who destroyed her career had escaped every consequence. She had imagined them returning to their comfortable homes, enjoying expensive dinners, and laughing about how easily they had silenced her.
Now the owner of the parent company was standing in her apartment.
She looked at him with a mixture of hope and disbelief.
“They told everyone I was incompetent,” she whispered. “They said I couldn’t handle confidential financial information. I couldn’t get another job because of what they put on my record.”
Ethan listened without interrupting.
“They destroyed my life because I asked questions,” she continued. “And now, in twelve days, my daughter and I could be on the street.”
He looked at the notices again.
