I arrived home that evening still hearing Richard’s laughter in my ears. My son, Daniel, had barely defended me during dinner, and that hurt more than the insult itself. But I wasn’t going to argue or embarrass anyone. I had spent thirty years building Collins Industrial Holdings, and I knew exactly how important proper documentation was. Before going to bed, I instructed Rebecca to preserve every relevant record and prepare a confidential review of Richard’s employment history.

The following morning, Rebecca called earlier than expected. Her voice sounded unusually serious. “Margaret, I’ve found something much worse than the missing complaints. Richard isn’t just hiding employee grievances. Someone has been moving company money through accounts connected to him.” I sat silently as she read the first name on the report.