I laughed.
Fine. But before that, I had one more thing to do.
The next day, a formal complaint letter sat on Clement's supervisor's desk.
At the same time, a banner appeared across the entrance of Delgado Corp.
The bold words read: TECH PRODIGY CLEMENT DELGADO KILLED HIS DAUGHTER FOR HIS MISTRESS. A crowd gathered fast.
And I knelt at the company entrance, holding Camille's portrait in my arms.
Silent. Unmoving.
I'd printed everything he and Mildred had done into pamphlets and handed them out on the spot.
Some people's eyes went red just from reading them.
"Is that the child in the photo? She was so tiny. How could Mr. Delgado just abandon his wife and daughter and play dead for three years?"
"Faking his death is one thing, but cutting them off completely? Froze all the money, faked a foreclosure on the house. Was this really a loyalty test, or was he trying to drive his wife to her grave so his mistress could take her place?"
"The company needs to answer for this! If it's true, does a man like that deserve his position?"
Within minutes, a senior executive came downstairs personally to escort me up.
Clement stood at the door of his office, watching me approach. His expression was unreadable.