Chương 6
“You benefited from it.”
“I know.”
That stopped her.
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“I know.”
For the first time, something passed between them that did not look like employer and former employee.
It looked more like two people standing on opposite sides of a bad decision they had once made together.
Diane noticed too.
“What did you do?”
Daniel glanced at her.
“I approved reports I should have questioned.”
Emily gave a humorless laugh.
“Questioned.”
“I signed off on them.”
“You told me to make the client comfortable.”
“I did not tell you to alter reporting.”
“You said, and I quote, ‘Give them a version they can take upstairs without panicking.’”
Daniel looked at me.
Not because I mattered, I think, but because he needed somewhere neutral to put his eyes.
“I said that.”
Emily pointed at him.
“Thank you.”
“But I didn’t mean fabricate performance.”
“I didn’t fabricate anything.”
“You moved conversions between reporting windows.”
“Because the platform posted late.”
“You excluded a weak demographic segment.”
“Because they changed targeting halfway through the month.”
“You recategorized spend.”
“Because finance allocated it wrong.”
Daniel closed his eyes briefly.
“This is why we never got anywhere.”
Robert looked lost.
“So who was responsible?”
Neither answered.
That silence was more convincing than either accusation.
I checked my phone.
Three messages from Priya.
The newest said simply: NEED YOU.
“I have to go inside.”
Emily looked at me.
“Can I have five more minutes?”
I should have said no.
“Five.”
I opened the service door.
Then Daniel spoke.
“Mr. Carter.”
I turned.
He looked almost embarrassed.
“Has she paid you?”
Emily went rigid.
“That is none of your business.”
Daniel ignored her.
“Has she?”
“Partially.”
“How much does she owe?”
“Daniel.”
His eyes stayed on me.
I hesitated.
The contract amount was not something I intended to discuss with a stranger, even one carrying documents my cousin apparently considered important.
“That’s between the hotel and Emily.”
He nodded once.
“Fair.”
Then he held the envelope toward her.
“This may matter.”
She took it.
Her hands were steadier now.
“What is it?”
“You asked for confirmation that the internal review is closed.”
Emily tore the envelope open.
There were several sheets inside.
She read the first page quickly.
Then more slowly.
“What does ‘no further internal action anticipated’ mean?”
“It means exactly that.”
“No.”
She looked up.
“Does it mean you cleared me?”
Daniel’s silence answered first.
Emily’s mouth tightened.
“Of course.”
“We didn’t clear anyone.”
“Did you clear yourself?”
“No.”
“What happened to you?”
“I lost the Vantage account.”
“You kept your job.”
“Yes.”
“Your title?”
He hesitated.
“Yes.”
“Your salary?”
“Emily.”
“Your office?”
“Yes.”
She laughed.
“Then congratulations on surviving our shared ethical failure.”
Daniel’s face reddened.
“That isn’t fair.”
“No, it’s extremely fair.”
“I went to the executive committee and told them I approved the reporting.”
“After I resigned.”
“Yes.”
“Why after?”
“Because before that I was trying to keep the account from collapsing.”
“And after I left?”
“I was trying to keep the company from blaming you for everything.”
Emily stopped moving.
Daniel looked at the envelope.
“The review found that the reporting process had been informal, poorly documented, and tolerated by management longer than anyone wanted to admit.”
Robert stared at him.
“So my daughter was a scapegoat?”
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
Emily flinched.
He continued carefully.
“She made choices she shouldn’t have made.”
Emily’s eyes dropped.
“So did I.”
Diane asked, “Then why did she resign?”
Daniel looked at Emily.
She folded the pages back into the envelope.
“Because the client found out.”
Daniel said nothing.
Emily finished it herself.
“They didn’t know everything, but they knew enough.”
Her voice had become very quiet.
“And somebody had to be the person who took responsibility.”
Robert’s anger returned.
“So they forced you out.”
“No.”
Emily stared at the envelope.
“They gave me options.”
“What options?”
“Stay during the review and probably get terminated, or resign and leave with a neutral reference.”
Robert looked sick.
“You should’ve called me.”
Emily smiled without humor.
“So you could do what?”
“Help.”
“By calling a lawyer?”
“Yes.”
“Calling your friends?”
“If necessary.”
“Calling my CEO?”
“If necessary.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
Robert stared at her.
“You think I would have made it worse?”
“I think you would have made it yours.”
He recoiled slightly.
Diane said, “Emily.”
“No.”
Emily looked at both of them.
“This is what I mean.”
She tapped the envelope against her palm.
“I messed up.”
Her voice cracked, and she stopped for a second.
“I made decisions because I was terrified of losing the biggest account I’d ever managed, and then when things went bad, I kept making smaller bad decisions because each one made the previous one easier to live with.”
Nobody interrupted.
“I resigned because staying meant sitting in a conference room while ten people decided exactly how dishonest I had been.”
She looked at Daniel.
“And I couldn’t do it.”
Daniel’s expression softened.
“I know.”
“I didn’t tell you,” she said to her parents, “because I knew what your faces would look like.”
Robert opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
Emily nodded.
“Exactly.”
The service door opened behind me.
Priya stood there.
She did not look angry.
That was worse.
“Jake, I need you now.”
I stepped inside with her.
“What happened?”
“One of Emily’s guests got into an argument with the bartender.”
“About what?”
“Premium bourbon.”
I stared at her.
“We haven’t downgraded yet.”
“I know.”
“He wants something we don’t carry?”
“He wants us to open a bottle he brought himself.”
“Absolutely not.”
“That’s what Noah told him.”
“And?”
“He told Noah the birthday girl said anything goes tonight.”
Of course she had.
I rubbed my face.
“Where is he?”
“Ballroom.”
We hurried down the service corridor.
Before we reached the doors, Priya touched my arm.
“There’s more.”
I stopped.
She lowered her voice.
“The payment authorization went through.”
I frowned.
“Emily’s card?”
“No.”
“Robert?”
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“No.”
Priya turned the tablet toward me.
