And the override belonged to Celia Rourke.
The Woman Who Humiliated Me Faced Her Own Damning Evidence
“Renata is a disgruntled employee who has manipulated this entire situation.”
Celia said that during the formal compliance meeting.
I was seated across from her with Natalie beside me.
Two hospital attorneys, an HR investigator, an outside auditor, and the director of information security occupied the remaining chairs.
Celia arrived wearing a navy designer suit.
She looked completely confident.
Until the auditor opened his laptop.
“Ms. Rourke, your administrative account was used to certify thirty-one questionable interpreter encounters.”
Celia’s smile flickered.
“I supervise the department. That doesn’t prove wrongdoing.”
“Correct,” the auditor replied. “Which is why we examined the supporting records.”
He displayed the Halloween entry.
October 31.
8:43 p.m.
My name.
An in-person service.
Then Natalie submitted the apartment building’s security footage.
There I was.
Yellow sweater.
Black antennae.
Standing beside a folding table while Graham held two cups of cider.
