By Monday, the situation at NorthRiver had shifted from tense to unstable. Leah heard about it the way people in her field often heard about things — through rescheduled coordination calls, abrupt changes in the tone of legal correspondence, and the nervous quality of people trying not to sound nervous. Raymond hadn’t caused the original exposure. But he had walked into a senior role without understanding its gravity, and he had made several statements to internal stakeholders about how contained the situation was. One of those statements reached a vendor representative who contradicted it in writing. That contradiction triggered a formal internal review.
Within two weeks, Raymond was placed on administrative leave.
No dramatic firing. No public scene. Just the quiet, conclusive sound of a door being closed.
Trevor called Leah before Denise did, which she had not expected.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, the awkwardness of the sentence suggesting he didn’t do this often. “I laughed. I shouldn’t have.”
“Thank you,” Leah said, and meant it.
He exhaled. “I didn’t realize he talked to you like that. My mom always acts like everything’s fine.”