CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE DAY HAD been long, and I was looking forward to a more relaxing evening. I got Chase started with his investigation, turning the employee files over and giving him free rein of the offices. My meeting with John had been especially unproductive. The man was smug, clearly thinking himself more intelligent than most, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember why he’d been hired in the first place. True, the office ran smoothly, but it wasn’t the same happy work environment we had in Portland.
I hoped Chase worked quickly so I could resolve the issue and stop letting West get to my employees. I took it as a personal affront that there were workers who weren’t satisfied with Atabey Industries, having built the company from the ground up. Poor morale reflected on me as an
