Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
She had written repeatedly about missing maintenance funds and suppliers who kept asking for unpaid balances.
Her messages were forwarded to Preston’s office, where they disappeared.
When the special committee announced a confidential reporting channel, she sent the same concerns again, this time with photographs and copies of invoices.
I met her with the auditors present.
She was thirty, exhausted, and visibly anxious about losing her job.
“My team has been trying to fix a broken boiler for six months,” she said.
“The money shows as spent, but no contractor has come.”