Zander
Sarah’s voice played through Michael’s tablet a second time, and somehow it sounded worse than the first.
“I did what you asked. Gina is on the merchandising assessment list.”
There was no static over her words, no distortion, and no hesitation that might have allowed me to convince myself it wasn’t her. I had listened to Sarah speak nearly every day for eight years. I knew the slight change in her tone when she was irritated, the clipped efficiency she used with board members she disliked, and the careful calm that appeared whenever she was trying to stop me from making an expensive mistake.
That was Sarah.
The man who answered remained impossible to identify.
“And Zane?”
“He still doesn’t know why she was hired.”
The recording ended again, leaving behind a silence that fel
