Eleanor looked at the watch, then at me.
“Keep it,” she whispered.
Jang stared at her.
“It brought my daughter home.”
Six months later, the executive elevator no longer had an executive label.
Anyone could use it.
The woman who had once told me she climbed five flights every morning was promoted after the audit revealed she had been doing the work of two supervisors for years.
Jang accepted a cooperation agreement and avoided criminal charges.
I did not rehire her.
Being a victim does not erase the harm you
