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Seth didn’t say anything for a moment. “And your assistant wasn’t with you?”

“She was. She pretended that nothing was happening. If we weren’t stuck in the elevator, she probably would’ve run away.”

“Is she related to you or something?”

Clary frowned.

“Why the hell does she still have a job?”

“She’s Mr. E’s assistant. She’s only on loan to me.”

“Send her back.”

Clary tipped her head to the side. “No.”

“Why?”

She laughed softly. “Because I enjoy annoying you.” She held her hand up when he opened his mouth. “Mr. E’s been avoiding me. I have no idea where I should send her.”

“Who cares where she goes?”

Clary sighed softly. “Mr. E likes her. I’d rather not mess things up for her on that end.”

Seth shook his head. “What about Neil? Why is he still at EB Co.?”

She licked her lips. “Because he and the rest of the boys’ club know a lot more about the banking industry than I do. Because …”

“You’re afraid of doing this on your own.”

Was that why?

“You need to get rid of them. Build your own team. You need people who will be on your side, people who will help you push through the changes you want to make. Otherwise, you’re just wasting time.”

Which was exactly what was happening right now. “I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions and dismiss everyone. I wanted to give everyone—even the ones involved—a chance to do the right thing.”

“Is it worth it?”

“Trying to do the right thing? Always, or so I thought.” She was truly questioning if it was worth it to insist on doing the right thing with grace. Not just with Tamara, but with everyone involved in the scandal of EB Co.

She knew deep in her heart that was what God wanted her to do. That had always been how God dealt with things. Humans screwed up, cried out to Him, and He always forgave and helped them.

And that was how she’d always tried to live her life.

EB Co. management doesn’t seem to care, though. The more time she spent with the people who had played major roles in creating the mess, the more she wondered why she was trying.

Should she still worry about doing the right thing when the people involved didn’t seem to have a conscience?

“God created the mess,” Seth said. “Let Him fix it.”

“That’s not how it works.”

He slowed the car, looking around for a parking space. “Then how does it work?”

“I have a very simple philosophy.”

“Do tell.”

“I’ll wait for you to finish parking before I go on. It can be quite complicated.”

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