“The truth. That you are one of the most competent operations managers in our region. That the dinner you canceled tonight involved executives who had flown in from Chicago. And that your absence created a professional inconvenience you had tried very hard to prevent.”
I closed my eyes.
No one in my family had ever described me that way.
Competent. Professional. Important.
Victor continued, “Your father then asked whether this would affect our opinion of Carter & Sons Renovation.”
“And?”
“I told him Hartwell evaluates vendors based on performance, reliability, and judgment.”
I knew exactly what that meant.
Dad’s company was not finished. But it was no longer protected by his charm.
“Thank you,” I said.
“No thanks necessary. But I do need one thing from you.”
I stiffened. “What?”
“Monday morning, I want your full written recommendation on the MedSupply buildout logistics partnership. No family considerations. No emotions. Just your professional assessment.”
That was Victor. Precise, fair, and impossible to manipulate.
“You’ll have it,” I said.
“Good. And Emily?”
“Yes?”
“Take tomorrow off.”
The call ended.
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