“Specifics.”
“August, this is hardly—”
“You announced it to the ballroom. The ballroom may hear it.”
Several guests averted their faces.
Camden shot Sloane a glance.
It lasted an instant.
I noticed.
August did too.
Margaret also did.
Sloane stepped forward.
“My department received documentation showing that Elena committed the company to three community grants before final executive approval.”
I felt an icy sensation.
Those specific grants.
I recognized them immediately.
I’d filed them correctly.
Each had received approval.
I’d personally seen the authorization codes.
“Who gave you the documentation?” I asked.
Sloane looked at me.
“This isn’t personal.”
I nearly laughed.
“Then answer the question professionally.”
Camden positioned himself between us.
“You’re done here.”
“No,” August said.
Camden faced him.
August clasped his cane with both hands.
“She isn’t.”
Then I realized something.
August wasn’t simply rescuing me.
He’d come because he suspected wrongdoing.
