“No.”
“Client dinner?”
“No.”
“Then where are we going?”
He returned his attention to the papers.
“Just be downstairs at four.”
Something about his tone made me uneasy.
“Is anyone else coming?”
“No. Just you and me.”
I left his office confused.
By itself, the conversation probably wouldn’t have bothered me.
But then Tuesday happened.
I was walking toward accounting when I saw the department head leaving Richard’s office.
She was carrying several folders.
One of them was mine.
I recognized my full name printed on the label.
She noticed me looking at it and immediately shifted the folder underneath the others.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Of course.”
Her answer came too quickly.
That was the first moment I seriously wondered whether something was wrong.
On Wednesday, Richard called the company’s lawyer twice.
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