Chapter 7 – The Factory They Ran Together
Two years after the discovery, Josephine had transitioned from her original anonymous accounting role into an openly acknowledged position as Bennett Steel’s Chief Financial Officer, her original investment and its motivations now fully, transparently understood by the leadership team she worked alongside daily.
She and Grant built a relationship considerably stronger for having survived the difficult reckoning of her original deception, grounded now in an honesty neither of them took for granted given how close the revelation had come to ending things entirely.
“I still think about that first audit sometimes,” Grant admitted once, the two of them reviewing the company’s genuinely thriving quarterly numbers together, a stark contrast to the crisis that had first brought Josephine’s investment into the company’s history. “How close we came to this never working out, because of a secret I understand now, but still wish you’d told me sooner.”
“I wish I had too,” Josephine said. “I think I was so used to keeping my actual influence hidden that I forgot, for a while, that the people worth trusting with it don’t actually need the concealment to prove their genuine feelings.”
Bennett Steel, under their combined leadership, continued its steady recovery from the crisis Josephine’s original investment had prevented from becoming a full collapse, the company’s two hundred original jobs having grown, over the following years, into considerably more.
“Two hundred jobs saved,” Grant said once, watching the factory floor from his office window, Josephine beside him in a partnership that had survived considerably more complicated beginnings than either of them had ever anticipated navigating together. “I used to wonder who made that call. Turns out it was the best decision I never got to properly thank you for, until now.”
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