The Life He Built, the Truth Destroyed
It’s called spoliation.
And it’s the kind of thing that turns a defensible case into an indefensible one.” I slid three envelopes across the table: a formal preservation demand, a workplace-harassment complaint, and a notice of legal representation.
Eugenia laughed, a bright brittle sound.
“Your little charity does not frighten us.”
“You’re right,” I said.
“It doesn’t.