Salome’s POV
“So, what is the plan for the factory?” I asked, breaking the heavy silence that filled the hospital room.
The truth about Román and Rosendo was still sinking in. They had played everyone for over ten years, right under our noses. I shifted against the stiff pillows, my leg throbbing under the thick bandages.
“Are you going to fire everyone?” I continued. “The whole place is rotting from the inside.”
Jeremiah stood at the foot of my bed. He looked as polished as ever, not a single hair out of place despite the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. He checked his watch with a calm, steady hand.
“Yes,” Jeremiah said. His voice was flat, like he was reading off a grocery list. “A full reorganization is the only way forward. I cannot leave those corrupt elements in place. It w
