A hundred different thoughts went through my mind.
Should I call the police?
Should I resign?
Should I wait until morning?
Then, at 9:10 the next morning, my phone rang.
Unknown number.
“Ms. Collins?”
“Yes.”
“This is Daniel Reed, Mr. Harris’s attorney. I need you to come to my office at eleven this morning.”
I went cold.
“Why?”
The man paused.
“Mr. Harris asked me to give you some documents.”
At that moment, I thought it was over.
Either I was being fired.
Or they were trying to make me sign something about what had happened the night before.
At eleven, I was sitting in the lawyer’s office.
He placed the same black envelope on the desk.
I recognized it immediately.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
There was no personal letter inside.
No indecent offer.
Instead, there were reports.
Bank transfers.
Internal company documents.
And on top of everything, a formal appointment letter with my name on it.
