Sabine made up her mind in just one day. She came to find me in the kitchen the next morning.
"Orson and Tobin will be transferred back next week," she said. "The original purchasing arrangements are also being restored, so you can return to your former suppliers."
"Understood."
"But you still have to submit the reports."
"Of course."
She glanced at me and hesitated for a moment. "How much evidence do you have concerning Hearthland?"
I had already organized all the delivery receipts, invoices, and price comparison records from the previous year into a neat stack inside a brown paper envelope.
"It's all in here."
Sabine took the envelope and flipped through its contents, her expression shifting into a complicated mixture of emotions.
"Ms. Sayer, did you know about this all along?"
