Forty-Two: Reassigned
The email arrived Thursday morning, subject line stripped of any warmth: Meeting Required HR Present.
I'd been expecting some version of this since the phone call four days earlier, though the HR detail was new, and not encouraging.
Diane Whitmore's office sat at the corner of the building with the kind of view that made it clear exactly how far up the masthead she'd climbed. She gestured me into the chair across from her desk without much preamble, an HR representative I didn't recognize sitting slightly apart, notepad already open.
"Lila." Diane folded her hands on the desk. "We need to talk about the Redgrave situation."
"I assumed as much."
"Mr. Redgrave's team has made it clear they're unhappy with how the retouching request was handled. There's been talk
