Chương 14
“They think it was scheduled.”
“For today?”
“Yes.”
“Two years ago?”
“No.”
Lena swallowed.
“The scheduling instruction was created six weeks before Claire died.”
For a second, Eve heard only the machinery beyond the wall.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“I know.”
“Why would she schedule an email for two years later?”
“She didn’t.”
Eve looked at her.
Lena’s face had lost all color.
“What?”
“The original instruction wasn’t for today.”
“Then when?”
“Her account had a delayed-send rule tied to a condition in an internal workflow.”
Eve stared.
“What condition?”
Lena looked toward the conference room door.
“The transfer of controlling ownership.”
A cold sensation moved slowly down Eve’s spine.
Sterling Capital had acquired control last summer.
Yet the message had waited months after that.
“That condition already happened.”
“Yes.”
“So why send now?”
“Because there was a second trigger.”
Eve’s mouth went dry.
“What was it?”
Lena held out her phone.
On the screen was a short technical note from Celia.
Eve read the final line twice.
Then a third time.
The second trigger was approval of a workforce reduction exceeding three hundred positions.
Eve looked through the conference room glass at Martin.
He was speaking quietly to Ravi.
Martin glanced toward them.
Their eyes met.
Eve turned back to Lena.
“The restructuring isn’t approved.”
“Not by the board.”
“Then somebody entered it as approved somewhere else.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“We don’t know.”
Eve felt the pieces shift.
The leak was no longer simply about someone impersonating Claire.
Claire herself had built something before she died.
A warning.
A trap.
Or insurance.
Eve looked down at Lena’s phone.
“Was the spreadsheet attached two years ago too?”
Lena nodded slowly.
“That’s what Celia is trying to establish.”
“And if it was?”
“Then Claire had the supplier data before she died.”
Eve looked through the window again.
Martin had stopped talking.
He was watching her.
She thought of what he had just said.
Claire did not merely get sick.
She got punished.
Eve opened the conference room door.
Martin’s expression changed when he saw her face.
“What?”
Eve stepped inside.
“Who punished Claire?”
Ravi looked between them.
Martin said nothing.
Eve closed the door behind her.
“You said she was punished for asking questions.”
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But you did.”
“I was angry.”
“Were you lying?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Martin stood beside the table.
His face had gone gray.
“I can’t do this.”
“You can.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“That’s why I’m asking.”
He laughed once, but there was no humor in it.
“You think this is about Owen Mercer?”
Eve did not answer.
Martin shook his head.
“Owen was a problem.”
“What kind?”
“Greedy.”
“Was he stealing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did Claire think he was?”
“Yes.”
That was the first direct confirmation.
Eve felt Ravi stop typing behind her.
“What did she find?”
“She found invoices that didn’t match what suppliers said they were charging.”
“Did she confront him?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“A week before she went on leave.”
“Were you there?”
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“Because she called me afterward.”
Martin’s eyes dropped.
“She was furious.”
“What did she say?”
“That Owen told her she was confused.”
Eve’s stomach tightened.
“Because she was sick.”
Martin nodded.
“She said he told her nobody would believe her memory over his records.”
The room seemed to narrow.
“What did you tell her?”
Martin did not answer.
Eve’s voice softened.
“What did you tell her?”
He looked toward the production floor.
“I told her to go home.”
Eve felt the shame in the words before she understood it.
“She was exhausted.”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
“She was shaking.”
“I thought I was helping.”
“But she didn’t think so.”
“No.”
“What did she say?”
Martin swallowed.
“She said, ‘That’s what he wants.’”
No one spoke.
A forklift beeped somewhere beyond the glass.
Martin stared at the floor.
“She called me a coward.”
Eve waited.
“Was she right?”
He looked up.
“Yes.”
The answer came without defense.
“I had two kids in college and a mortgage and eighteen years in this place.”
His voice roughened.
“Owen had friends on the board.”
“Which board?”
“Westbridge.”
“Claire’s father?”
“Not him.”
“Who?”
Martin’s gaze flicked toward Lena.
Then back to Eve.
“One of them is still there.”
“Name.”
He hesitated.
Eve did not rescue him from it.
“Thomas Vale.”
Ravi’s fingers moved across his keyboard.
Then stopped.
His expression changed.
Eve turned.
“What?”
Ravi rotated the laptop.
Thomas Vale’s biography appeared on Sterling Capital’s internal materials.
Independent board member.
Chair of the restructuring committee.
Eve read the line again.
The committee whose recommendation would circulate Wednesday.
The committee deciding whether hundreds of people lost their jobs.
The committee Adrian was waiting on.
Lena whispered, “Jesus.”
Martin looked at her.
“You wanted to know why people here don’t trust Sterling.”
Eve stared at Thomas Vale’s photograph.
Silver hair.
Square glasses.
A polished corporate smile.
She had seen him before.
Not at Westbridge.
Not in the briefing packet.
Monday morning.
Sterling Capital headquarters.
He had been one of the two investment directors sitting across from Marianne.
He had frowned when Eve suggested employees should speak for themselves.
Eve closed the laptop.
“Where is Vale today?”
Martin’s face tightened.
“He was supposed to arrive at noon.”
Eve checked the clock on the wall.
Eleven fifty-three.
Lena’s phone vibrated again.
She looked down.
Her eyes widened.
“What now?”
Lena turned the screen toward Eve.
It was a message from Adrian.
VALE JUST RESIGNED FROM THE STERLING CAPITAL BOARD.
A second message appeared before Eve could speak.
DO NOT CONFRONT HIM.
Then a third.
HE IS AT WESTBRIDGE.
Eve read the last message twice before looking toward the corridor.
Martin had already gone pale.
“Which entrance would he use?”
“The executive lot.”
“Can he reach this room without passing reception?”
“Yes.”
Lena locked her phone.
“We need to leave.”
Eve looked at Martin.
“Not yet.”
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“Adrian just told us not to confront him.”
“I’m not planning to.”
