PART 2 — THE WOMAN HE MOCKED OWNED EVERYTHING
“Richard? The regional division president?” Rebecca repeated, her voice suddenly sharper.
“Yes,” I answered.
“May I ask what happened?”
I looked through my windshield at the enormous Whitmore estate, where golden lights still glowed behind the windows.
“Let’s just say Mr. Whitmore offered me a job tonight.”
“A job?”
“Cleaning his company’s toilets.”
There was complete silence.
Then Rebecca said something I hadn’t expected.
“Margaret, there’s something you need to know about Richard Whitmore.”
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
“What is it?”
“We’ve received several complaints about him over the past eighteen months. Most were closed before they ever reached your desk.”
“Closed by whom?”
“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to determine.”
I stared at the mansion.
Inside, Richard was probably pouring himself another glass of expensive wine, laughing about the poor widow he’d humiliated.
But suddenly, his cruelty toward me seemed like the smallest problem.
“Rebecca, I want those files on my desk first thing Monday.”
“Understood.”
“And one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t inform Richard about the meeting.”
Rebecca hesitated.
“Margaret, the executive calendar is normally distributed automatically.”
“Then change the calendar.”
“Consider it done.”
I ended the call and sat in silence.
For thirty-two years, I’d built Collins Industrial Holdings from a tiny warehouse into a company employing more than twelve thousand people.
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