Chapter 4: The Fall of the Queen Bee

Suppressing my nerves, I opened the other email. This one was even more explosive: a recent vendor quote for $1.5 million. Normally, I’d never see this—Marge would send it straight to her brother-in-law.

My eyes widened. This was the kind of email that could get someone fired—or worse. The numbers didn’t add up, and I knew exactly why. A cold sweat broke out on my neck as I realized what I was looking at.

This time, she slipped up. Last week, she had me draft a procurement report quoting $2 million. Comparing the two, she and her brother-in-law were skimming $500,000 from the company!

I scrolled back and forth, my heart pounding. It was all there in black and white. The evidence was damning.

A huge leech!

I gritted my teeth. For years, I’d watched her bleed the company dry, and now I finally had proof.

In the past, I wouldn’t have dared touch something like this. But today, since she wanted to ruin me, I wouldn’t hold back.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This was my shot. I wasn’t going to let her win.

Without hesitation, I forwarded the email and screenshots to the new supervisor. My finger hovered over the send button for a moment, debating, then I clicked—no turning back now.

My fingers flew over the keyboard. Attach, send. It was done.

Soon, my phone buzzed. The new supervisor sent a Facebook Messenger message—a sharp ding and his profile pic popping up: “Already sent to the CEO. This new evidence is perfect.”

I stared at the screen, adrenaline surging. For the first time all day, I felt like I had the upper hand.

New evidence? That meant the CEO already had something on Mr. Cavanaugh.

If the CEO was building a case, maybe the whole Cavanaugh dynasty was about to fall.

The new supervisor’s words put me at ease. The email was clearly from Marge. If her brother-in-law found out she’d stabbed him in the back at this critical moment, he’d be furious.

I pictured the fallout—a boardroom showdown, Marge scrambling to explain herself, the whole office watching her get called out. It was almost enough to make me smile.

Now there’d be a good show.

For once, I was looking forward to the afternoon.