I was the one who cast the cups, unraveled the scheme within the scheme, and saved his life and his family.
The others, too. It was my guidance that pointed them to new clients, helped them put down roots in the Capital, buy homes, buy cars.
I thought they would at least speak up for me. Say one honest word.
But the second Robin Lambert walked through that door, he pointed his finger straight at my face, his expression blazing with righteous indignation.
"Mr. Delgado, Director Cooley is absolutely right!"
"Philippa Sullivan didn't just peddle superstitious nonsense in the office. She forced us to buy her Protection Charms at outrageous prices."
"And if we refused, she'd pull her mystic routine and spiritually bully us. We were too afraid to speak up."
I froze. "Robin, you..."
Beside him, a woman I'd once guided away from a fatal car accident stepped forward and began piling on the lies.
"Exactly, and those big deals of hers weren't even clean. I saw her with my own eyes going into a hotel with a client in the middle of the night."
"Who knows what kind of disgusting tricks she pulled behind closed doors."
"Right? She's an absolute disgrace to the Delgado Group."
"You— all of you—"