Chapter 12 - Why Me?
I asked that question for weeks.
Why me?
I was not special.
Not senior.
Not privy to Michael’s business.
The answer was painfully ordinary.
I noticed things.
Inventory.
Household staff notice everything because our jobs require it.
If six Waterford glasses become five, we know.
If the same floral invoice appears twice, we know.
If a designer throw disappears for cleaning and returns with different stitching, we know.
I had been helping Helen modernize supply logs.
One afternoon, I noticed three consecutive Echelon invoices with:
transition hospitality support.
Each $7,500.
“What is this?”
Helen did not know.
I asked Rose.
She said:
“Executive placement fees.”
Then warned:
“Naomi, people who become interested in accounts they don’t manage usually don’t remain employed.”
I wrote the sentence down that night.
May you like
Not because I thought I was solving a crime.
Because it frightened me.
