Chapter 2 - The Incident Report
Naomi let Ethan’s first call ring out.
That alone frightened Malik.
Naomi answered almost every corporate call, even when she hated the person making it.
“Finish your tables,” she told him. “Then come to my office.”
“What about Victoria?”
“I’ll handle her.”
Malik glanced toward table fourteen.
Victoria stood near the table while Lila blotted the dress with clean towels. Instead of appearing embarrassed now, Victoria looked composed.
Almost satisfied.
Her phone was against her ear.
Malik returned to work.
The dining room resumed breathing, but not normally. Conversations remained quieter. Two guests smiled sympathetically at Malik when he passed. One older Black man at table twelve gave him a small nod.
Malik hated how grateful that made him feel.
He did not want pity.
Twenty minutes later, Naomi entered her office and shut the door behind him.
The room was small, containing one desk, two chairs, shelves of training binders, and a security monitor.
Naomi opened an incident-report form.
“Tell me everything from the moment you picked up the drink.”
Malik did.
She interrupted only for details.
“Which hand held the tray?”
“Left underneath. Right stabilizing.”
“Was Victoria’s chair in the aisle?”
“Not hers. The chair behind me.”
“Did anyone touch you?”
“No.”
“Did she?”
“No.”
“Did you raise your voice?”
“No.”
Naomi typed.
Her phone rang again.
Ethan.
She answered.
“Naomi.”
His voice was loud enough that Malik could hear pieces.
“Victoria… unacceptable… serious relationship… board-level client…”
Naomi switched to speaker.
“Malik is here,” she said. “Anything regarding him should be said with that knowledge.”
Silence.
Then Ethan’s tone changed.
“Malik, nobody is accusing you of anything yet.”
Malik glanced at Naomi.
Yet.
Ethan continued.
“Victoria is understandably upset. There was property damage.”
“It was an accident,” Naomi said.
“That determination is not yours alone.”
“I witnessed the immediate aftermath.”
“You didn’t witness the spill.”
“The cameras did.”
Another pause.
“Do not circulate footage,” Ethan said.
Naomi leaned back.
“I didn’t say I was circulating anything.”
“I’m being proactive.”
Naomi’s expression hardened.
“What does Victoria’s reservation note mean?”
Ethan sighed.
“She’s associated with one of our outside consulting partners.”
“What partner?”
“Whitmore Reputation Group.”
Malik recognized nothing about the name.
Naomi apparently did.
Her brows lifted.
“The PR consultants?”
“Yes.”
“So she works for the firm corporate pays to manage reputation problems.”
“She owns it.”
Malik felt something cold move through his chest.
Victoria was not merely connected to Aurelia.
Her company helped control what people heard about Aurelia.
Ethan continued.
“That does not change the facts.”
“No,” Naomi replied. “But it makes the speed of this phone call interesting.”
“Careful.”
“About what?”
“Your tone.”
Naomi smiled without warmth.
“What do you need from me, Ethan?”
“An incident report. Written statements from everyone involved. Preserve footage. No public comments. No social media.”
“Fine.”
“And Malik should be removed from guest-facing duties until we review the matter.”
Malik stared at the desk.
Naomi’s voice went flat.
“Absolutely not.”
“This isn’t optional.”
“Then email the directive.”
“Naomi.”
“Email it.”
Ethan hung up.
For several seconds only the restaurant ventilation hummed.
Malik rubbed his palms against his trousers.
“I don’t want you getting fired because of me.”
Naomi looked at him sharply.
“This is not because of you.”
“I spilled the drink.”
“Yes.”
“You said yourself you hold people accountable.”
“I do. You may receive coaching about service-lane spacing. That is accountability. Public humiliation and instant termination are not.”
Malik nodded.
Naomi finished typing.
Then she printed the report.
“Read every word.”
He did.
It described the accidental contact, immediate apology, Victoria’s demand, and Naomi’s intervention.
Nothing exaggerated.
Nothing softened.
At the bottom was a signature line.
Malik signed.
Naomi signed beneath him.
She scanned the report to herself and to corporate HR.
Then she exported the camera clip.
The security system allowed managers to save thirty-minute segments to the corporate incident server.
Naomi selected the relevant window.
Processing.
She waited.
An error appeared.
FILE ALREADY RESERVED BY ADMINISTRATOR.
Naomi frowned.
“That’s new.”
“What does that mean?”
“Someone at corporate opened the camera archive.”
“Can they delete it?”
“They shouldn’t.”
Her phone chimed.
An email from Ethan had arrived.
Malik watched Naomi read.
Her jaw tightened.
“What?”
She turned the screen.
Effective immediately, employee Malik is suspended from scheduled shifts pending completion of corporate review. Suspension is unpaid unless otherwise determined.
Malik stared at the words.
His ears rang.
“My shift tomorrow?”
“Removed.”
“I have forty-three dollars until Friday.”
Naomi closed her eyes briefly.
“I’ll fight it.”
“That doesn’t pay rent.”
“I know.”
He stood too quickly.
The chair scraped.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
Malik laughed bitterly.
“That seems to be my job tonight.”
Naomi stood.
“Don’t let them make you ashamed of an accident.”
“That’s easy to say when your name isn’t on the suspension email.”
Naomi absorbed the remark.
He immediately regretted it.
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” she said. “That one you don’t need to apologize for.”
Her computer chimed again.
The security export window refreshed.
The camera segment covering table fourteen had disappeared from the available archive.
Naomi’s face changed.
She clicked backward.
Footage from 6:00 to 7:42 p.m. existed.
Then there was a gap.
7:42 to 8:01.
After that, footage resumed.
The spill occurred at 7:51.
Malik stared.
“That can’t be coincidence.”
Naomi said nothing.
Her phone rang a third time.
This time the caller was not Ethan.
It was Aurelia’s corporate legal department.
Naomi looked from the missing footage to Malik.
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Someone had begun managing evidence.
