Before leaving the premises, Lily took Mason to meet her grandmother, Mrs. Clara Parker, at their home. Inside the small apartment, the elderly woman confirmed every single detail of the story. Joanne had noticed months earlier that the hotel was receiving low-quality meat, cheap cheese, and butter instead of the premium goods listed on corporate invoices. She first complained directly to Brandon, and when nothing changed, she brought the issue to Lawrence.
The management’s immediate response was to offer Joanne a promotion if she stopped meddling in financial matters that were none of her concern. Joanne flatly refused the bribe. Shortly after her refusal, she faced sudden shift changes, constant workplace humiliation, negative administrative reports, and an alleged inventory loss of over six hundred thousand pesos.
“They told my daughter that if she didn’t resign immediately, they would file a formal police report against her,” Mrs. Clara said as her hands shook. “They claimed that you already knew everything and approved the charges.”
Mrs. Clara pulled out an old cell phone containing Joanne’s saved photographs showing inexpensive delivery boxes, cheap labels, dates, and receiving forms. One clear image destroyed Brandon’s emergency replacement story completely, as the exact same cheap cottage cheese brand appeared in a photograph taken seven months prior.
Meanwhile, back at the Grand Crest Hotel, Samuel discovered an even larger fraud scheme. An intermediary supplier was billing the corporate office for high-end goods while delivering budget brands to the warehouse. Furthermore, all invoices were carefully divided into smaller amounts slightly below the threshold that required direct authorization from executive management.
“This is not a random mistake,” Samuel reported during a private call. “This exact method has been executed dozens of times.”
Mason asked who authorized the transactions, and Samuel confirmed that the paper trail pointed directly to Lawrence Bennett, financial director Laura Stone, and kitchen orders signed by Brandon Cole.
At five in the evening, the head of security called Mason with urgent news. “Sir, someone is currently trying to access the restricted electronic archives of past purchasing orders.”
“Who is making the request?” Mason asked sharply.
“The digital access request came directly from Lawrence’s private office,” the security chief reported.
Five minutes later, another system user attempted to permanently delete historical inventory records. Mason ordered his security team to generate complete system backups immediately without visibly locking the user out.
Later that night, restaurant manager Maria Santos asked to speak with Mason in total privacy. “I personally saw Joanne’s letter last year.”
Mason remained motionless as he stared at her. “Are you absolutely sure about that?”
“We registered it in the logbook as personal mail addressed to you, but an hour later Lawrence summoned me,” Maria explained softly. “The opened envelope was sitting right on his desk.”
“What did he say to you?” Mason asked, his voice tightening.
Maria lowered her voice to a whisper. “He looked at me and said that he decides what Mr. Vance needs to read.”
“Why did you never speak up about this?” Mason asked with heavy disappointment.
“Because I have two young children and a large mortgage to pay,” Maria admitted sadly. “I saw how quickly and ruthlessly they destroyed Joanne in less than a week.”
Samuel later recovered an old digital copy of the incoming mail logbook showing Joanne’s name, the original date, and the primary recipient as Mason Vance. The letter had existed, and it had been stolen before reaching his hands.
At ten at night, Lawrence appeared in person in front of the physical archive room attempting to pull documents specifically from the month Joanne was fired.
Mason confronted him directly in the dimly lit hallway. “Tomorrow morning at eight sharp, I want you, Brandon, and Laura in the main boardroom.”
Lawrence smiled calmly, though his eyes showed clear tension. “Before you make wild accusations, you should know who Joanne Parker really was.”
“What are you trying to imply?” Mason questioned coldly.
“Tomorrow I will show you internal documents that prove her character,” Lawrence replied smoothly.
At that exact moment, the security chief looked down at his tablet screen and turned pale. While Lawrence was standing in the hallway talking to them, someone logged into the system and ordered a mass deletion of old administrative files using Laura’s computer credentials, even though Laura had left the building twenty minutes earlier.
PART 3
At seven fifty-eight the next morning, Lawrence Bennett was already sitting at the head of the boardroom table with a thick gray folder. Brandon Cole arrived five minutes later, followed by a visibly terrified Laura Stone. Mason entered the room alongside Samuel Drake and security chief Frank Ross.
Lawrence casually pushed the gray folder across the table toward the hotel owner. “Here is the full truth about Joanne Parker, including official reports, internal logs, and missing inventory records. Before you turn her into a victim, you should remember she was thoroughly investigated.”
Mason did not even bother to open the folder. Instead, he placed two conflicting versions of the exact same monthly inventory report on the table. “Explain to me why an alleged loss of three hundred thousand pesos suddenly doubled to six hundred thousand pesos three days later.”
“Routine accounting adjustments were made after a full count,” Lawrence answered smoothly.
Samuel intervened immediately. “Multiple luxury products were added to that loss statement that never actually entered the hotel warehouse according to receiving logs.”
Mason then displayed several enlarged photographs taken directly from Joanne’s phone on the main display screen. “Yesterday you claimed that the low-grade dairy arrived due to a late-night emergency, but here is the exact same cheap packaging documented seven months ago.”
Brandon swallowed hard as his face flushed red. “I don’t manage the corporate purchasing contracts.”
“But you personally signed every single monthly requisition form,” Mason pointed out sternly.
Laura crossed her arms tightly. “Some external suppliers have been replacing high-grade merchandise without our knowledge.”
Samuel projected a complex financial spreadsheet onto the board wall. “For three solid years, this hotel paid premium prices for luxury meats, cheeses, and seafood while receiving budget brands. Furthermore, every single payment was split into smaller sums to deliberately bypass corporate audit triggers.”
Lawrence attempted to downplay the numbers. “That is simply standard operational flexibility for a business of this size.”
Frank turned on a secondary surveillance monitor showing Laura leaving the building the previous night, followed by footage of Lawrence entering his private office shortly after. It was during that window that the permanent deletion command was sent directly from Laura’s terminal.
Laura spun around to face Lawrence in total shock. “Did you use my computer terminal last night?”