So I never corrected the picture.
Dad said:
“Something else is wrong.”
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
“Northline’s acquisition committee has had an outside review underway for nearly two months.”
“Why?”
“Vendor conflict.”
My Husband Left Dur:ing Labor for His Mom’s Birthday—3 Days Later, He Went Pale When He Saw Who Held Our Son
I sat up too quickly.
Pain flashed through me.
“What vendor?”
“I don’t know.”
Dad was already reaching for his phone.
I stopped him.
“No.”
He looked at me.
“You cannot touch this.”
“Claire—”
“If Adrian did something at work, I need it handled exactly the way it would be handled if I were nobody.”
“You are not nobody.”
“You know what I mean.”
Dad’s jaw worked.
“I can disclose the relationship and recuse.”
“That’s all.”
“I could have him suspended before breakfast.”
“And then he spends the rest of his life saying the billionaire father-in-law destroyed him.”
Dad hated that because he knew I was right.
Finally:
“Fine.”
He made one call.
Not to fire Adrian.
