me you were retired.”
“I told you I stopped going to an office every day.”
Grant flushed.
“This is ridiculous. You’re punishing my father because I asked you to leave?”
“No.”
I approached Charles.
“Your father is being investigated because someone has been stealing from my company.”
The room went silent.
For four months, Meridian’s internal auditors had investigated inflated contracts involving three suppliers controlled by senior employees’ relatives.
One lead pointed directly to Charles.
I’d stayed out of the investigation to ensure independent evidence gathering.
Earlier that afternoon, our attorneys had authorized suspension notices for all implicated employees.
The Christmas Eve timing was regrettable.
Yet Charles’ arrogance made it strangely fitting.
He pointed at me.
“I’ve given fifteen years to that company.”
“And Meridian has paid you very well.”
“I never stole anything.”
“Then the investigation will prove that.”
Grant moved closer.
“You can stop this.”
There it was.
