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“How so?”
“I oversee domestic transport compliance,” he says, as if it should be obvious.
“And domestic transport compliance requires visibility into executive compensation?”
His jaw tightens. “Not directly, no, but—”
“And my travel calendar?”
“That can affect transport operations.”
“Can it?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
He hesitates, thrown off by the question. Like he never expected anyone to question it.
“Well,” he says, shifting slightly, “executive movement can affect scheduling, driver availability, secure transport allocation—”
“You do not coordinate executive movement.”
“No, but I used to work closely with the Executive Operations team.”
“Used to,” I repeat.
His mouth closes.
I let the silence sit between us.
Peter Hanley does not enjoy silence.
Men like him rarely do.
It took me all of two seconds to read him and know exactly the kind of man he is.
The kind who doesn’t like that a third party, especially a woman, took away access.
The kind who believes he is owed information without question.
Information about me.
And Victoria took that access away, and he doesn’t like it.
I already knew that hiring Murray Legal Group was the right decision. I knew that the tactics Victoria and her partners employed were more aggressive than the previous firm we tried.
But it has now become even more evident that I made the correct choice.
The old firm was more concerned with covering their ass and avoiding liability than with solving the actual problem.
Their solution was a patch over a rotting wall.
They did not tear down the building and cause stirs among the people inside.
Victoria Murray did.
Peter Hanley and others like him are the problems she was hired to find.
