14 Keane
I regretted it after I said it.
As I walked back to my office, I kept recalling everything I’d said to her. And I kept groaning because they were all the wrong words.
I had spoken like an insensitive jerk and I couldn’t turn back time, but I could at least give her justice.
And what was all this nonsense about her being accused of murder? I was only gone for a month. How had things gotten so bad?
I pulled out my phone from my blazer and emailed my assistant to clean out Amelia’s file with all the information we had gathered and to put all of her supervisors up for an SC jury assessment.
If found guilty of subjective judgment, they would have to be punished with negative points and demotions, both of which would be recorded in their files. I could only hope that they would
