I Refuse To Be His Love’s Stepping Stone

Thirty thousand emergency meal kits bound for the disaster zone were incinerated as hazardous waste. The signatory was Nathan, my husband and Deputy Director of Public Health.

The tipster was his childhood friend Rachel, a self-styled ex-undercover journalist. This was her third strike against my company.

First, she reported my trucks for illegal parking; Nathan forced a public apology. Second, she claimed our labels violated safety codes; he fined us heavily and shut us down for a month. Each time, he sided with her, using me as his impartiality showcase.