My sister hurled red wine across my dress uniform and told me I had no place in that ballroom, my father told security to get me out before I humiliated his future son-in-law, and I watched the stain slide over my ribbons, checked the countdown on my watch, and said, “You’re right. I don’t,” because in less than a minute the entire room was going to understand why I had really come.
command. That should have been the end of it. It should have been a standard quality-assurance review.
Instead, my report triggered a massive audit that unearthed falsified environmental test data, altered performance metrics, and a labyrinthine trail of consulting fees paid through offshore shell vendors that looked exactly like bribes.
