Across the room, her operations coordinator, a young woman named Elise Parker, hesitated before responding.
“He has always been dependable,” Elise said carefully. “And his work has never suffered. He asked for unpaid leave, not compensation.”
Madeline waved a dismissive hand, already reaching for her phone.
“Dependability disappears the moment discipline does,” she replied. “Send me his address.”
Elise blinked. “You want his address.”
“Yes,” Madeline said. “If he is comfortable allowing his personal life to interfere with my company, then I am comfortable understanding why.”
The address arrived minutes later. Cedar Ridge Avenue, Apartment Three B, Millhaven.
Madeline frowned slightly. She had never been to Millhaven, though she knew its reputation well enough. It was not dangerous, but it was forgotten. A place where the roads cracked faster than they were repaired, and where ambition rarely found traction.
She smiled faintly as her driver navigated the city streets, convinced that reality would confirm what she already believed.
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