Chapter 10 - THE COUNTERATTACKThe board meeting became ugly.
Grant proposed an independent labor review across the entire hospitality portfolio.
Estimated cost:
$6 million before restitution.
Potential liability:
Much higher.
Victor opposed it.
“We have no evidence of portfolio-wide misconduct.”
“We have repeated indicators.”
“In one region.”
“Then review the region.”
“You’re proposing national scope.”
“Because internal reporting is unreliable.”
Board member Helen Cross asked:
“How unreliable?”
Grant explained Derek.
Celeste.
Old settlements.
Time adjustments.
Tip allocation.
Hotline fears.
Victor interrupted.
“None of this has been proven to represent intentional corporate misconduct.”
Grant stared.
“Why does everyone keep using that phrase?”
“What phrase?”
“Intentional.”
He looked around the table.
“If a worker loses money because our system is badly designed, do you think they care whether the mistake had malicious intent?”
Helen leaned back.
“Legal liability cares.”
Grant nodded.
“Ethics shouldn’t always wait for legal liability.”
That line divided the room.
Some directors supported him.
Others saw risk.
The company was profitable.
Expansion plans strong.
No regulator had ordered review.
Why voluntarily create evidence that might later be used against them?
Eliza answered.
“Because if we discover misconduct and correct it voluntarily, that is generally better than learning through litigation.”
Victor looked at her.
“You’re general counsel. Your job is reducing legal exposure.”
“My job is also preventing future exposure.”
The motion passed narrowly.
Victor voted no.
The result leaked within twelve hours.
A business newspaper published:
MERCER HOSPITALITY FACES INTERNAL LABOR REVIEW AFTER CEO’S VIRAL MEDICAL INCIDENT
Grant hated the framing.
His illness again.
The article described him as “personally driving an expensive review after being rescued by an employee.”
Shareholders in Mercer’s broader holding company questioned whether emotion was distorting governance.
Sienna read comments.
CEO gets saved by waitress, suddenly discovers labor rights.
That one hurt because it contained truth.
Another:
Where was his concern before he was the one on the sidewalk?
Also true.
Grant called.
“I assume you saw it.”
“Yes.”
“They’re not wrong.”
Sienna paused.
“No.”
He laughed sadly.
“I was hoping for more support.”
“You want me to lie?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
Grant appreciated it.
Sienna continued.
“You didn’t care enough before.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Same answer.”
“I know.”
“But now you do.”
He became quiet.
“That matters too.”
Grant let the sentence settle.
He had spent days feeling guilt because awareness came late.
Sienna reminded him late action was still action.
The question was whether he would continue once attention faded.
Then the counterattack moved toward her.
A tabloid published photos of Sienna leaving Mercer Hospitality headquarters.
Headline:
MYSTERY RELATIONSHIP? CEO SPOTTED REPEATEDLY WITH CAFÉ WORKER WHO SAVED HIM
Sienna screamed when Maya showed her.
“No.”
Maya laughed.
“They think you’re dating.”
“He has a daughter almost my age.”
“Internet doesn’t care.”
The article implied Sienna’s growing influence over Grant might explain expensive corporate decisions.
That crossed from ridiculous into dangerous.
Board members saw it.
Workers saw it.
Grant’s wife had died four years earlier; gossip sites made it romantic.
Sienna became the manipulative young employee.
Exactly the narrative workers faced whenever they gained access to power.
Eliza traced the initial tip.
It came from a public-relations consultant.
Paid by an outside firm.
The outside firm had worked repeatedly for Victor Hale.
Grant stared at the invoice trail.
He did not want to believe it.
“Are we certain?”
“No.”
“Could be unrelated?”
“Yes.”
“How likely?”
Eliza hesitated.
“Not very.”
Grant called Victor.
“Did you plant the Sienna story?”
Victor laughed.
“What?”
“Answer.”
“No.”
“Did you authorize anyone to brief media about her?”
“No.”
“Did your consultant?”
“I have dozens of consultants.”
“Victor.”
His friend became angry.
“You think I’m trying to smear some barista?”
Grant hated the phrase.
“Some barista saved my life.”
“There. That.”
Victor’s voice sharpened.
“That is exactly the issue. You have completely lost objectivity.”
Grant said nothing.
Victor continued.
“She is an hourly employee who has somehow become part of executive decision-making.”
“She has told me what employees experience.”
“She has no governance experience.”
“Neither did I at twenty-six.”
“You weren’t running corporate audits based on feelings.”
Grant looked at the phone.
“Did you plant it?”
“No.”
He ended the call.
Sienna called later.
Grant apologized.
“For what?”
“The article.”
“You didn’t write it.”
“My company drama created it.”
“Still not you.”
Grant was quiet.
Sienna asked:
“Do you trust Victor?”
“I did.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Grant looked out over Manhattan.
May you like
“No.”
And for a man who had built a company around people he trusted, that answer represented a much larger collapse than one café manager.
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