CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE TRUTH SHE HAD KEPT

The event was paused while buyers left the hall in uneasy clusters.
Vivian retreated to a side room and asked Elise to let only Nathan enter.
Nathan refused to go unless Rosa and Hawa were permitted to hear what his mother wanted to say about their work.
Vivian sat at a table with her hands folded tightly together.
“The program began as something legitimate,” she said.
“I wanted to employ people who couldn’t work ordinary hours.”
“Then why did the pay change?” Rosa asked.
Vivian looked at the carpet.
“The first large order came too quickly.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“I promised delivery dates we could not meet, and Trevor offered a network of home workers who could finish everything.”
Hawa leaned forward.


“You approved our rates.”
“I approved the amounts paid to Trevor’s company.”
“You knew what we received because we complained to you,” she said.
Vivian did not respond.
Nathan pushed the payment summary across the table.
“Why does this say Rosa received more than she did?”
Vivian finally raised her head.
“Because the studio reported gross contractor costs as worker payments.”
The words landed heavily in the room.
“You let buyers believe the women received those amounts,” Nathan said.
“Yes,” Vivian whispered.
“And the training program?” Rosa asked.
“I taught two weekend workshops early in the year,” Vivian said.
“The promotional staff turned that into a continuing apprenticeship.”
“You approved the catalog,” Hawa answered.
Vivian nodded once.
She looked at me.
“I thought your meeting would start a public accusation before I could solve the problem.

”
“So you hit my water pipe,” I said.
“I wanted your house unusable for one evening.”
“And when we met anyway?”
“I panicked.”
The room was quiet enough to hear people moving chairs in the hall outside.
“You came back on Sunday with another tool,” I reminded her.
“That wasn’t panic lasting a moment.”
Vivian covered her face.
“I know.”
Hawa waited until she lowered her hands.
“You were afraid of losing your show,” Hawa said.
“We were afraid of losing our rent.”
Vivian had no reply.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN A: THE ACCOUNTANT’S ANSWER

After Vivian’s admission in the side room, Nathan asked everyone to remain until the company’s outside accountant arrived.
He did not intend to conduct a trial in the dressing room, but he wanted a clear explanation of the figures before anyone left with another misleading promise.
The accountant, a brisk woman named Pauline Ng, arrived carrying a laptop and a thick folder of ordinary invoices.
She asked whether Rosa and Hawa had authorized Nathan to discuss their payments in front of them.
Both women agreed, although Hawa insisted that her private tax details remain out of the conversation.
Pauline respected the limit and opened only the relevant production summaries.
“These reports contain two different categories,” she explained.
“The studio recorded amounts paid to its subcontractor, and the subcontractor reported what it paid individual makers.”
Nathan pointed to the larger amounts in the promotional figures.
“Why did the catalog use those as wages?”
“I wasn’t consulted about the catalog,” Pauline answered.
“The expense categories were never designed as statements of individual pay.”
Vivian stared at the table.
“Marketing requested a number showing how much we supported local workers,” she said.
“I gave them the contractor expenditure.”
“Then somebody turned it into a claim that each maker received a generous wage,” Rosa replied.
Pauline nodded.
“That is not what these figures establish.”
Hawa asked how much of the total had actually reached her.
Pauline explained that she could not verify the final payments without records from Trevor’s workshop.
“But I can confirm the amount transferred to the workshop,” she said.
She showed Hawa the figure and waited while Hawa compared it with the money she had received.
The difference was enormous.
“This doesn’t prove who took it,” Anika said through the speakerphone Nathan had arranged with everybody’s consent.
“It does tell us exactly what records to request.”
Trevor had left the hall, and nobody knew whether he would answer those requests voluntarily.
Nathan asked Pauline to preserve the contractor communications and stop public use of the inaccurate wage figures.
Pauline agreed to retain copies and to seek appropriate advice about disclosure obligations.
Vivian protested that the company would collapse if the dispute reached the buyers.
“The buyers are already asking,” Pauline said.
“Concealing the question won’t restore their trust.”
Rosa stood up and began gathering her papers.
“I’ve spent three nights away from my children trying to understand why I couldn’t afford the electricity I used to sew your dresses,” she said.
“I will not spend another night listening to you discuss your reputation before my wages.”
Hawa followed her into the corridor.
Nathan caught up with them near the exit and offered to arrange transport home.
“We’ve got a ride,” Hawa said.
“What we need is a real accounting.”
He promised to request the necessary records, and she told him she would judge that promise by whether the records arrived.