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She hurried out to her cubicle and grabbed her things. She hoped this didn’t reflect poorly on her father, but she wasn’t about to put herself through this.
Not for anything.
So, she walked out without looking back.
A light tapping sounded at her bedroom door before her mother cracked it open enough to pop her head through. “Are you decent? I have some mail for you.”
She straightened where she was sitting with her legs crisscrossed on her bed, doodling in a journal, trying to figure out how she was going to break the news to her father that she’d walked out this afternoon.
She gave her mother a playful grin. “If I wasn’t decent, would it matter?”
Her mother chuckled. “Sorry, sorry, I was used to barging into your room for years, and I keep forgetting that you’re basically grown, and I need to give you some privacy.”
“It’s honestly fine. You know I don’t mind.”
It wasn’t like she was hiding a boy under her bed or in the closet, though she’d been texting with this guy Scott who’d been in one of her classes last year, and she was hoping something might come of it.
Her mother pushed through and handed her a small stack of mail. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Your father is grilling if you want to join us for dinner, unless you have plans?”
“No plans other than hanging out in here. Does he need any help?”
Unease rippled through her at the thought of having to face him, but she figured she should just rip the Band-Aid off. And she’d be doing it in a big way.
She intended to tell her father what had actually happened and then make a complaint to HR about it.
It sucked, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She doubted she was the first intern or employee that he’d harassed that way. She couldn’t ignore it.
“No, he should be fine. It should be ready in about ten minutes.”
“I’ll be down soon then.”
“Okay, love you, Sweet Pea,” her mother said as she walked out and pulled the door shut behind her.
Once her mother left, she turned to the small stack of mail. She didn’t get a lot of it, and it was usually junk mail, which most of it was.
She flipped through the pile. A coupon for afree coffee at a local café that she’d signed up to receive discounts from and an invitation to attend an event at the local library.
But there was a big manila envelope at the bottom that caught her attention.
She frowned since it only had her name and address on it, and she realized it wasn’t even postmarked. Whoever had sent this had put it directly in their mailbox.
Trepidation needled into her consciousness, but she ignored it and ripped into it, and she spilled the contents out onto her bed.
It was a bunch of documents.
Documents from Pygus Software.
She scanned them, uncertain of what they meant or why she’d received them.
Only it became clear very quickly.
Her heart clutched in disbelief.
It was a paper trail of her father’s embezzlement.
