LOGINCharles POVThe report was waiting on my desk when I arrived. I took off my coat, placed it over the back of my chair, and opened the folder. The first page contained an update from my investigator. Behind it were notes from the search through the old Wesley Corp records.There was a new account from someone who might know more about what happened to Diana's father's agreement after it was completed. The information had come through another person, and it suggested that the file's handling might not have been as straightforward as we had assumed.I turned to the notes. There was no signed statement, no copy of a letter, and nothing from the original file to support the account.I picked up my phone and called the investigator. "Have you spoken to the person who gave you this information?" I asked when they answered."Yes.""Did they witness what happened to the file?""No, they told me what they had heard from someone else," she saidI looked down at the report. "Who did they hear it
My lawyer called just as I was preparing to leave the foundation. I almost let the call go to voicemail, but something made me answer."Have you heard anything about the records?" I asked."Not yet; the authorisation is still being reviewed. I don't want you making plans around documents we haven't been given."I picked up my bag. "Then why are you calling?""Because I may have found someone we can speak to."I stopped. "Who?" I asked"A woman who worked in the administrative office during the period we're looking into. I came across her name while checking the older administrative trail.""Does she have anything to do with the decision we're investigating?" I asked"I don't know how much she knows," my lawyer replied. "But she was working there when the concern was first being discussed. She may remember something that never made it into the records we have."I pulled out my chair and sat down again. "Why haven't we spoken to her before?" I asked"Because until now, we didn't have a
Adrian POVI was halfway down the corridor when my phone rang again. I had barely made it out of the foundation building. Tina's last words were still in my head, but I answered without looking at the screen."Have you found it?" I asked."Not the original," the caller replied. "But there's a copy; it came with the request that arrived this afternoon."I stopped beside the lift. "Who submitted the request?" I asked"I can't tell from the copy I received. It came through the proper channel.""Who has seen it?" he asked"Two people here," the caller replied"Have they sent it anywhere?" I asked"No, I thought you should look at it first," the caller repliedI glanced towards the glass doors at the end of the corridor. "Where are you now?" I asked"At the office.""I'm on my way. Keep the copy there until I arrive; don't send it to anyone else," they said"I understand," they respondedI ended the call. The lift doors opened. I stepped inside, but before they closed, I looked back towards
I had been going through the proposed dates for the next round of foundation activities. Two staff members needed to be reassigned, and Sarah had flagged a conflict between the children's assessment appointments and a scheduled maintenance exercise.I moved the maintenance date to the following week and marked the change.Adrian walked into my office"Good morning Tina,’’ he said ‘have you settled the schedule?" he asked."Almost, here's still a problem with the assessment room."He picked up the printed copy I had left beside the folder."The room will be available on Thursday, I've spoken to the facilities team," he saidI looked up at him. "You have?""They can finish the work before then.""That helps. Sarah was worried we'd have to move some of the appointments." I told him"She won't need to," he repliedHe placed the schedule back on my desk.Ordinarily, Adrian would have asked what else needed attention or pointed out something I might have missed. This time, he seemed ready t
Charles POVMy phone rang just as I was putting the old correspondence back into its folder. Tina's name appeared on the screen. I looked at it for a moment before answering."Charles." She called, "Did you have a discussion with someone connected to the old programme's withdrawal?" she askedI stood beside my desk. "Who told you about that?" I asked"Daniel's contact. Apparently, they remember you being involved in a separate discussion around that time," she saidI rubbed my forehead, "They're right; there was a discussion, but it wasn't about the withdrawal itself.""Then what was it about?" she asked. "Did you know the programme was going to be withdrawn?" she continued"No, not from that discussion," I replied. There was a short silence from her. "Charles, I need you to understand why I'm asking. Daniel is trying to establish who made that decision. If you were involved in something connected to it, I need to know.""I understand," I replied"Can you find out what the discussion
I read Daniel's message again before calling him; he had been part of an earlier review of the programme. That much was clear, but the decision to withdraw the programme's research authorisation had come later, and he had not known it was being considered.I put the phone to my ear. Daniel answered after the second ring. "Tina?""I need you to help me establish who made that decision." "I've already told you what I know about the review," he replied"I'm not asking you to repeat it. You said the review and the withdrawal happened at different times. Someone must have handled the later decision.""That doesn't mean the person who handled it was involved in the original review," he said"Then let's find out who it was," I repliedHe breathed out. "I can contact someone who worked with the programme's administration. They may be able to point us in the right direction, but I can't promise they'll have the answer.""Ask them who received the withdrawal decision, who approved it, and whet
Charles PovWhen Charles woke up that morning, he felt the house was unusually quiet. He called for his wife, "Tina?" but there was no response, and irritation was already creeping into his voice. He walked downstairs; the dining table was set as usual, and a single envelope was placed neatly besid
For the next couple of days I carried on with my life; some days the grief was loud and violent, and other days I was able to hide it behind a smile. I learned quickly how to move on with myself.When Charles returned home three days after Sam’s funeral, I greeted him at the door like nothing had c
Someone had closed Sam’s eyes; his lashes were still damp when the nurse covered his small body with the white sheet.I sat beside Sam’s empty bed long after the doctors left. No tears came; it was as if my body had forgotten how to cry.My phone vibrated in my hand; it was CharlesI stared at his
“I am sorry, Mrs. Wesley, the child's symptoms seems to be getting worse; I will recommend you transfer him to another practitioner," the doctor announced“You mean there is nothing that can be done?” I asked, holding my child close to me“For now we can manage the symptoms, but there is no known c







