Chapter 14 - The Door with the Chain
Luis had filed the safety alert from his phone. He stood near the stage, his radio hissing with messages from the loading dock.
"There's an emergency exit chained shut," he told the room. "My team is checking the others. The fire marshal is on the way."
Graham marched down the steps. "You are relieved of duty."
"You can discuss my employment with whoever has authority tomorrow," Luis replied. "Right now I'm responsible for people's safety."
Some guests began moving toward the main doors. Others looked annoyed that their dinner was being interrupted. Vivian demanded a private car, but the driveway was clogged with arriving vehicles, deliveries, and people suddenly eager to leave.
I went with Luis to the lower corridor. He'd assigned guards to keep the exits clear. One of the men who grabbed Ana had been detained at the loading dock while police interviewed witnesses. The other had fled; Eli's footage included the vehicle registration.
The chained door was worse in proper light. Rust streaked the frame. Someone had painted over the mounting screws to hide that the chain had been there for years.
"This wasn't temporary," I said.
"No."
Eleven years earlier, my mother had fallen in darkness behind a door that didn't open. Management told the insurer she'd ignored a warning sign. I touched the chain now, cold and heavy in my hand, and felt anger rise through the grief I'd been carrying since I was twenty-five.
"Celia found this," I said.
"She found more," Ana answered behind me.
She had followed with an envelope pressed against her chest.
"When they fired Celia, she gave me copies of maintenance requests. The date your mother was hurt wasn't the only time employees complained. Look."
There were seventeen reports. Broken lights. Doors that jammed. An elevator safety cutoff bypassed to avoid taking rooms out of service. Each had been marked resolved without a work order showing repair.
A fire inspector arrived with two officers. He photographed the chain and ordered the lower service area cleared until the exits could be verified. Staff moved guests through approved routes while Luis coordinated the building's safety team.
Graham appeared at the corridor entrance. "You're destroying a hundred years of reputation over one old door."
"No," I said. "You destroyed it every time someone asked for a repair and you chose a bonus instead."
He looked past me at the inspector, then at Ana's envelope.
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"Where did you get those reports?" he asked.
And I finally saw fear in his eyes.
