“No retaliation against the receptionist.”
The young woman near the entrance looked startled.
“No retaliation against the employee standing by the tool cart who refused to laugh.”
The younger employee’s eyes widened.
Naomi had noticed him after all.
“And nobody contacts my board.”
Preston frowned.
“That’s not reasonable.”
“It is not a request.”
Naomi walked around Conrad.
At the door, she stopped and looked back toward the white jet.
For months, she had pictured Carter Meridian’s mark near its forward door.
Tonight the fuselage looked different.
Not less beautiful.
Less trustworthy.
Machines themselves did not lie.
People did.
Her father had taught her that too.
Outside, Marcus immediately opened the sedan door.
He saw Naomi’s face.
“What happened?”
“Drive.”
Grant climbed into the opposite side.
As soon as the doors closed, he turned.
“Who touched you?”
“Security director.”
Grant took out his phone.
“I’ll call—”
“No.”
“Naomi.”
“Not yet.”
“He shoved you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re just—”
“I canceled seven hundred seventy million dollars.”
Grant stared.
She raised one eyebrow.
“Does that seem passive?”
He almost smiled.
Then didn’t.
“That deal took four months.”
“I know.”
“Our operational plan starts in forty-five days.”
“I know.”
“We don’t have another fleet option remotely this clean.”
Naomi looked out the window as the hangar disappeared behind them.
“That’s exactly what worries me.”
Grant frowned.
“What?”
“How clean it looks.”
The sedan merged toward the highway.
Naomi removed her sunglasses.
“Grant, why was Preston in the hangar?”
“Celebration.”
“Why were six owners there?”
“Closing.”
“Why was security taking instructions from him instead of protocol?”
Grant waited.
Naomi continued.
“Why did nobody ask for my name before deciding what I was allowed to touch?”
“Because Preston is an ass.”
“That’s the easy answer.”
Grant looked toward her.
“What’s the hard one?”
“The hard answer is that everyone around him knew how to behave.”
Silence.
Naomi leaned back.
“He makes an assumption. They laugh.”
“He tosses a buyer document. Nobody corrects him.”
“Security follows status instead of procedure.”
“One executive literally kicks the document.”
“The receptionist sees all of it and looks terrified.”
“The junior employee sees it and knows better but says nothing.”
“That’s culture.”
Grant understood.
Naomi continued.
“And culture gets into maintenance.”
“That’s a jump.”
“No.”
She looked at him.
“It’s the same mechanism.”
“Someone senior decides what the truth is.”
“Everyone else adjusts themselves around it.”
Grant became quiet.
Naomi opened her handbag.
Removed a small notebook.
“Pull the maintenance diligence.”
“We already completed it.”
“Pull it again.”