“And why is she wearing your mother’s birthday present?”
Jang looked at him.
He looked at the watch.
Fear crossed his face.
“It’s complicated.”
“No. It’s a watch.”
“He gave it to me,” Jang said.
Shiaoza closed his eyes for half a second.
That tiny reaction hurt more than any confession.
At ten o’clock, the board announcement was released.
Effective immediately, I was CEO.
By ten-fifteen, I issued my first directive: all employee elevator restrictions were suspended pending review.
My second ordered preservation of every security log, expense report, executive badge record, HR revision, and vendor contract from the previous five years.
That was when Shiaoza stormed into my new office.
“You’re humiliating me.”
I looked up. “Interesting choice of words.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. Humiliation is being told you’re too low-ranking to stand in an elevator.”
He closed the door. “Jang overstepped.”
“You protected her.”
“I was trying to keep a scene from getting worse.”
“You called her Tong Tong.”
He rubbed his face.
“The watch,” I said. “Tell me the truth.”
“My mother didn’t want it.”
“Did she see it?”
Silence.
I called Eleanor Shiao.
“Darling,” she said. “How did your morning go?”
I kept my eyes on her son.
“Did you receive the white watch I chose for your birthday?”
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