“Claire,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “I owe you an apology. I let doubt cloud my judgment.”

I shook my head. “No apology needed, Madam. I understand why you asked.”

The conversation that followed was raw and honest. We spoke of trust, of betrayal, and of the pain of uncovering truths we wish had remained hidden. I offered her my unwavering support, not just as an employee but as a friend.