it help?”
“A little.”
I waited.
“She showed me something.”
“What?”
Cassandra removed a folded paper from her bag.
It was a photocopy of one of my old internal emails.
I recognized my writing immediately.
Evelyn—during the next quarter, protect my calendar at all costs. No personal interruptions unless they are genuinely urgent. I cannot afford distractions right now.
I stared at the sentence.
“I wrote that.”
“I know.”
“I remember writing it.”
Cassandra sat beside me.
“She said she used that email to justify what she did.”
I looked
