The Corner Office
The Mentor's Shadow

The Room

August 25, 2026 · Part 9 of 10 · 2 min

Naomi's hands shook so hard it took her three tries to forward Celia's screenshot to her own personal email.

She called Omar from the stairwell, words tumbling out too fast. "I need you to pull the version history on the Whitmore deck before nine, screenshot everything, and don't ask me why right now."

"Naomi, what—"

"Please. I don't have time."

She texted Celia: He's already moving on me. Meeting's in 40 minutes. Can I use your name?

The reply came back almost instantly. Use everything. I'm done protecting him.

At 8:52, Naomi stood outside the executive conference room with a folder in her hand that felt absurdly thin for what it was supposed to prove — a screenshot from a stranger, a version history from a shared drive, an email with a subject line designed to end her career before lunch.

Through the glass wall, she could see the committee already seated. Isabel Pruitt at the head of the table. Gerald beside her, relaxed, laughing at something, one hand resting easily on the back of an empty chair — the chair, Naomi realized with a lurch, that should have had a name card in front of it and didn't.

She pushed the door open before she could talk herself out of it.

"Where's Talia?"

Every head turned. Gerald's smile didn't move an inch.

"Naomi," Isabel said, surprised. "This is a closed session."

"Where. Is. Talia."

It was Gerald who answered, calm and almost kind. "I pulled her from consideration this morning, actually. Given the Whitmore situation, I thought it was the responsible call. I was going to tell you after."

"You mean before I could show anyone this." Naomi's voice cracked, but she didn't stop. She set the folder down in the center of the table, hands still shaking. "Before you could send the same email about me that you sent to HR about Celia Hargrove nine years ago. Before you could do to me exactly what you did to her, and to Desh Okonkwo, and to Priyanka Sethi, and to Robbie Osei, and now to Talia."

Isabel's expression changed.

Gerald's smile, for the first time in eight years, finally slipped all the way off his face.

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