“Ms. Morgan.”
Arthur nodded respectfully.
“The board has unanimously approved all emergency measures.”
Brendan looked like someone had punched him.
“Board?”
Arthur turned.
“Mr. Morrison, your position as Regional Vice President has been terminated.”
“What?”
“Evidence of repeated ethics violations, abuse of company resources, and conflicts of interest has been documented.”
Brendan shook his head.
“No.”
Arthur opened another file.
“There are 147 pages.”
—
Diane sat down heavily.
Jessica looked ready to faint.
—
For years I had ignored the insults.
The humiliation.
The endless comments about my background.
My clothes.
My family.
My pregnancy.
They believed I stayed because I needed them.
The truth was much simpler.
I loved Brendan once.
And I kept hoping he would become the man I thought he was.
—
But that hope died the moment icy water hit my face.
Not because of the humiliation.
Because my daughter kicked in fear.
And Brendan laughed.
—
That was the moment my marriage ended.
—
Over the next several weeks everything unraveled.
Investigators discovered fraudulent expense reports.
Illegal vendor arrangements.
Nepotism.
Contract manipulation.
The Morrison family had spent years treating the company like their personal bank account.
The evidence was overwhelming.
—
Brendan called hundreds of times.
I never answered.
—
Flowers arrived.
I donated them.
Letters arrived.
I shredded them.
Voicemails arrived.
I deleted them.
—
Then my daughter was born.
A healthy little girl with dark hair and bright eyes.
The first time I held her, I made a promise.
She would never grow up believing she deserved disrespect.
Not from strangers.
Not from family.
Not from anyone.
—
