Part Three:
The Nurse ToddIt was dubbed an “Emergency Meeting,” yet they’d waited three weeks after the suicide of Giles to call it. Mr. Charlevoix was standing up at the head of the large, rectangular table. It was late in the day so his top button was undone and his tie was askew. The HR representative was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, close to the door.
“You all know why you’re here,” he started off. “I want everyone to feel comfortable here. I called this meeting so we could discuss the incident. I want everyone present to speak their mind if they have something to say. I know it was a tough thing that happened, and I feel bad about it, but I’d like you all to know that there was really nothing anyone could have done to avoid this catastrophe.”
Mr. Charlevoix looked aroun
