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The answer bothered him because it sounded less like criticism and more like a warning.
“What do you want me to do?”
Margaret looked back at him.
“Find out what happened.”
Not fix it.
Not punish someone.
Not make an example.
Find out.
Rodrick left the hospital twenty minutes later with questions he did not have before.
That was something he hated.
Questions were uncomfortable.
Questions meant control belonged somewhere else.
In the BrightLine records, he found Della’s employee file.
Eight years with the company.
No major complaints.
Three safety awards.
Two commendations from local emergency crews.
One disciplinary note.
A complaint from a supervisor who wrote that Della “occasionally ignores chain of command during urgent situations.”
Rodrick read that sentence twice.
Then he opened the attached document.
The complaint had been filed six months after Caleb Marsh died.
The husband.
The widow.
The woman who still ran toward danger.
The report said Della had bypassed a delayed inspection process to shut down a damaged electrical system near a residential block.
Nobody was hurt.
The neighborhood kept power.
The complaint remained.
Rodrick placed the tablet down.
Something about the pattern bothered him.
Not because Della looked perfect.
She did not.
Perfect people were usually hiding something.
She looked like someone who had spent years making difficult decisions and accepting that some people would hate her for them.
His assistant entered the office holding another file.
“Mr. Vance.”
Rodrick looked up.
“There’s an issue.”
“What kind?”
The assistant hesitated.
“BrightLine’s internal review of the accident was started before Della was suspended.”
Rodrick waited.
“And?”
“The review was closed within forty minutes.”
Rodrick’s eyes narrowed.
“Why?”
The assistant placed the file down.
“That’s what I couldn’t find.”
For the first time that day, Rodrick smiled.
It was not a happy smile.
It was the expression people in Halloway City had learned to fear.
“Then someone made sure nobody would find it.”
The Woman Who Saved A Stranger And Uncovered The Dangerous Truth Hidden Beneath Corporate Power
Della looked at the folder but did not touch it.
The paper inside seemed heavier than it should have been.
She had spent enough years around electrical systems to know that the most dangerous things were not always the things that looked damaged.
Sometimes the danger was hidden behind a clean surface.
“What is this?” she asked.
Margaret did not answer immediately.
She looked toward the closed door where Rodrick had disappeared.
“He believes problems can be solved by finding the right person and applying enough pressure.”
Della waited.
“And you don’t?”
Margaret gave a small smile.
“I believe pressure reveals cracks.”
Della opened the folder.
The first page was a copy of an accident report.
The limousine crash.
The same event that had changed her life in a matter of minutes.
At first glance, it looked ordinary.
Vehicle damage.
Weather conditions.
Emergency response notes.
Then she noticed the timestamp.
Her eyes narrowed.
“What?”
Margaret leaned forward slightly.
“The official report says the electrical box was damaged during the collision.”
Della looked closer.
“It wasn’t.”
“You are certain?”
“I was standing next to it.”
Her finger moved across the page.
“The damage happened before the crash.”
Margaret watched her carefully.
“How do you know?”
“Because the sparks were already coming from the ground before the limousine hit the barrier.”
Della tapped the report.
“Someone changed the order of events.”
The room became quiet.
Not dramatic.
Not sudden.
Just quiet in the way rooms became when people realized a simple explanation had disappeared.
Margaret folded her hands.
“That is what I suspected.”
Della looked at her.
“You suspected?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Margaret looked down at the folder.
“Because my accident was not the first problem connected to that area.”
Della turned another page.
There were names.
Inspection dates.
Maintenance records.
Several pages had handwritten notes in the margins.
The handwriting was neat and controlled.
Rodrick’s, she assumed.
A pattern started forming.
Electrical complaints.
Delayed repairs.
Safety concerns marked as low priority.
Nothing that proved criminal behavior.
Nothing that would make a person call the police.
Just enough small decisions that someone could later claim they were mistakes.
Della had seen that before.
Not in the same form.
Not with the same money behind it.
But she knew the feeling.
The slow movement toward disaster.
People rarely woke up one morning and decided to create a tragedy.
They ignored one thing.
Then another.
Then another.
Until the thing they ignored became impossible to ignore.
“My husband died because of something similar,” Della said.
The words came out before she planned to say them.
Margaret did not interrupt.
That was unusual.
Most people filled silence because they were uncomfortable with other people’s pain.
Margaret let the silence exist.
“Caleb worked construction,” Della continued.
“He reported a problem with some equipment.”
She looked at the papers instead of Margaret.
“The company said they would check it.”
She swallowed.
“They didn’t.”
Margaret’s expression softened.
“And afterward?”
Della gave a small humorless laugh.
“Afterward everyone became very interested in safety.”
She closed the folder.
“People love safety after someone gets hurt.”
The door opened.
Rodrick stepped inside.
He looked between them.
“What did you find?”
Della noticed something different about him.
Not his confidence.
That was still there.
Something underneath it.
Concern.
Margaret answered.
“She noticed the same thing I did.”
Rodrick looked at Della.
“You believe the report was altered.”
“I believe the report doesn’t match reality.”
“That is different.”
“Yes.”
Della stood.
“Because reality is harder to prove.”
Rodrick studied her.
Most people around him either tried to impress him or avoid upsetting him.
Della did neither.
It made conversations with her uncomfortable.
It also made them useful.
“We need evidence,” Rodrick said.
Della nodded.
“Exactly.”
“I can get investigators.”
“No.”
His eyebrows moved slightly.
“No?”
Della picked up the folder.
“If you walk in with your name attached to this, everyone will know something is happening.”
“They already know.”
“Then don’t make it easier.”
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Rodrick crossed his arms.
“What would you do?”
