At nine in the morning I arrived at the office and Rebecca was waiting for me in a conference room, and when she saw my face she turned pale and whispered, βThis is serious, we need to handle this carefully.β
I placed the medical report, dated photos, and bank confirmations on the table, then opened another folder filled with documented irregularities tied directly to Brandonβs accounts and approvals.
βI want to file a formal complaint,β I said, βand I want the CEO to understand exactly who has been representing this company.β
The process was not dramatic but it moved quickly, and by eleven twenty they confirmed that the CEO, Samuel Brooks, was in Boston that week and could meet at one in the afternoon.
Rebecca asked if I wanted support in the meeting and I said clearly, βI want legal counsel, compliance present, and I want Brandon called in without warning.β
At twelve fifty eight she informed me through the intercom that Brandon had arrived and seemed completely calm, which only confirmed my decision to confront him in that moment.
Inside the CEOβs office the table was large and cold, and Samuel Brooks listened carefully as I explained both the assault and the financial irregularities without raising my voice or losing control.
He reviewed the documents, asked precise questions, then nodded and said, βBring him in,β with a tone that shifted the entire atmosphere in the room.
Brandon walked in smiling like he always did with clients, but the moment he saw me sitting across from the CEO with visible injuries and an open folder, his face lost all color.
βChloe, what is going on,β he asked, trying to sound confident but failing to hide the panic underneath.
I met his eyes and said calmly, βYou called it our house yesterday, but today you are in the CEOβs office and nothing here belongs to you.β
Samuel slid an envelope across the table and Brandon stared at it without touching it, while I lifted a letter printed on company letterhead and watched fear finally appear in his expression.
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