They hadn’t done anything to hurt the company.
“Go ahead and step out. Send Deanna in—I need to talk to her.”
“Okay.” Alex stood up and left.
A minute later, Deanna slipped in.
Her eyes were red and puffy, and she wore a plain white turtleneck. Her hair was down, framing her face in soft waves. She looked so innocent, almost painfully fragile.
Josefina glanced her way and smiled, just a little. “Sit.”
Deanna sat, shoulders hunched. “Ms. Josefina, I’m sorry. I know I let you down.”
Josefina’s voice was cool. “You did.”
Deanna blinked, startled. Was Ms. Josefina always this blunt?
Josefina started asking a few questions, pretty much the same ones she’d asked Alex.
Deanna felt like she was sitting in a police interrogation room. Josefina’s questions came from every angle, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Shame burned hot in Deanna’s chest. Her nose stung with the threat of more tears. She pulled a tissue from the box and wiped her eyes.
“Ms. Josefina, I never betrayed the company.”
“I know,” Josefina said. “I’m asking all this because I want to help clear your name. If it’s too much, I can stop.”
Deanna hesitated. Too much? What choice did she have? Even if she wanted to say no, she couldn’t.
“I’m fine, Ms. Josefina. Ask me anything you want. I’ll cooperate.”
Josefina leaned forward. “You said you graduated from Berkeley, with a degree in fashion design?”
Deanna’s heart skipped. Why was she bringing this up? Of all the questions, why that one?

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