Not performative fury.
Real.
Quiet.
Ugly.
“The compliance folder disappeared,” you said. “I uploaded it twice. Both times, access was revoked.”
The investigator made notes.
Alejandro looked up.
“Why didn’t you come directly to me?”
You laughed once.
“You were in Dubai, then Los Angeles, then Seoul, then on a yacht with investors. Your assistant told me to ‘route concerns through established channels.’ So I did.”
His face tightened.
“I didn’t know.”
“I know,” you said. “That is the problem.”
The room went silent.
Then the investigator asked, “Ms. Salazar, were you aware of any other employees affected by compensation manipulation?”
You opened another folder.
Alejandro’s eyes flickered.
“How many?”
“Thirty-seven confirmed. Possibly more.”
The attorney whispered, “Jesus.”
You continued.
“Mostly women. Mostly people of color. Mostly employees who reported misconduct, challenged expenses, or refused to falsify artist performance metrics.”
Alejandro looked physically sick.
You should have felt satisfied.
