Before I could answer, I heard shouting faintly through her phone.
Then Grant’s voice.
“Why the hell wasn’t I told?”
Leah whispered, “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“He just said your full name.”
I leaned against my car.
“Which one?”
“Evelyn Holloway Hart.”
There it was.
Twenty-one years.
Seven months of Grant.
And finally, someone had read the paperwork.
Leah’s voice dropped even lower.
“He keeps asking who you are.”
I looked back toward the headquarters building.
“Tell him to read the first page this time.”
At 10:26 a.m., I received a call from Holloway’s general counsel.
“Evelyn.”
“Thomas.”
“We have a situation.”
“So I gathered.”
Thomas Keene had represented Holloway Industrial for almost thirty years.
He had known me since I was seventeen and had once caught me sneaking champagne at my grandfather’s retirement party.
He did not sound amused now.
“Did Grant know your trust status when he terminated you?”
“I asked whether legal approved it.”
“And?”
“He said he had authority.”
Thomas sighed.
“That man is going to shorten my life.”
“What has he done?”
“Come back.”
“Am I still terminated?”
A long silence.
“Technically?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll finish my coffee first.”
For the first time that morning, Thomas laughed.
“Your grandfather would be proud.”
“He’d tell me the coffee is too expensive.”
“That too.”
When I returned to Holloway forty minutes later, nobody asked security to escort me.
Marcus opened the executive elevator himself.
“Welcome back, Ms. Hart.”
“Don’t get excited. I may get fired twice today.”
He grinned.
“Wouldn’t bet on it.”
The boardroom doors were closed when I reached the top floor.
I could hear Grant from the hallway.
“This is absurd. She’s an employee.”
Thomas answered him.
“She is many things. Employee is only one of them.”
I opened the door.
Every person in the room turned.
CEO Rebecca Mercer sat near the head of the table.
Grant’s mother-in-law.
For years, Rebecca had been competent, cautious, and disciplined.
Then her daughter married Grant.
Within months, caution had apparently become inconvenient.
Beside her sat four board members, Thomas, two outside attorneys, and a woman named Diane Walsh, who administered the Holloway Family Stewardship Trust.
Grant stood near the windows.
He looked very different from the man who had packed my desk.
“Evelyn,” Rebecca said.
