at me.
“From this moment on, you tell no one anything.”
That was the moment I became genuinely afraid.
“What does that mean?”
He walked toward the desk.
“Sit down.”
“I’d rather stand.”
“From this moment on, you tell no one anything.”
That was the moment I became genuinely afraid.
“What does that mean?”
He walked toward the desk.
“Sit down.”
“I’d rather stand.”
He stared at me for several seconds. Then he said,
“You’re a smart girl. That’s why I chose you.”
After hearing those words, I was convinced this was no longer about work.
“Chose me for what?”
He placed his hand on the envelope.
“You don’t get to know yet.”
I stepped backward.
“If this has nothing to do with my job, I’m leaving.”
His voice suddenly became firm.
“If you walk out of this room now, don’t come back tomorrow.”
I froze.
Tears were already gathering in my eyes, but from anger, not fear.
“You can’t talk to me like this.”
William took a long breath.
“Maybe you’re right.”
Then, without another word, he unlocked the door.
“Go home.”
I said nothing.
I grabbed my bag and left.
I didn’t sleep that night.
A hundred different thoughts went through my mind.
Should I call the police?
Should I resign?
Should I wait until morning?
Then, at 9:10 the next morning, my phone rang.
Unknown number.
“Ms. Collins?”
“Yes.”
“This is Daniel Reed, Mr. Harris’s attorney. I need you to come to my office at eleven this morning.”
I went cold.
“Why?”
The man paused.
“Mr. Harris asked me to give you some documents.”
At that moment, I thought it was over.
Either I was being fired.
Or they were trying to make me sign something about what had happened the night before.
At eleven, I was sitting in the lawyer’s office.
He placed the same black envelope on the desk.
I recognized it immediately.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
There was no personal letter inside.
No indecent offer.
Instead, there were reports.
Bank transfers.
Internal company documents.
And on top of everything, a formal appointment letter with my name on it.
I stared at the lawyer.
“I don’t understand.”
Daniel folded his hands.
“For the last six months, Mr. Harris has suspected that his two sons have been taking money from the company. He no longer trusts anyone inside the business.”
