Chapter 12 - James Finally Spoke Up

Months after the gala, I saw a young officer berating a cafeteria
employee over a missing reservation.
Nothing violent.
Nothing as dramatic as Eleanor.
But the employee looked trapped.
This time, I moved.
“Sir, I can help with the reservation.”
The officer turned.
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
“No, sir. But I’m assigned here, and she doesn’t control the booking
system.”
My voice shook.
Nothing terrible happened.
The officer looked irritated.
Then let me help.
Later, Martha passed me in the corridor.
She had apparently seen the exchange.
She nodded once.
May you like
That was all.
It felt like a medal.