I said, "Anthony. You should have thought about your daughter in the elevator." He made a sound like someone had hit him. I picked up the folder. I walked out of his office. I did not look back. I walked down the hall. I took the elevator to the eleventh floor, where HR was. I walked past Carmen Delgado's assistant, who tried to stop me and failed. I opened Carmen's door without knocking. I set the folder on her desk. I said, "I need forty-five minutes of your time.

" Carmen looked at the folder. She looked at me. She closed her laptop. She said, "I'll clear my afternoon." Forty-five minutes turned into three hours. I walked her through every page. I gave her the names of two other women Brittany had told me about. I gave her the email from Anthony's personal account. I asked her, at the end, what would happen. She said, very carefully, "Ma'am, I cannot promise you anything about an outcome. But I can promise you that this file is going to be the starting point for a very thorough investigation." She meant it.