Chapter 3: The Ticket They Tried to Erase
My father didn't move.
For several seconds, he simply stared at Richard.
"Explain that again.""
Richard glanced toward Victoria.
She shook her head almost imperceptibly.
"Richard, I don't know what you're talking about.""
But Richard had already started.
"The executive guest account originally listed Danielle Brooks as an authorized VIP guest. At approximately four this afternoon, her reservation was modified.""
Dad's voice became colder.
"Who modified it?""
Richard looked at the tablet Alicia was holding.
"We're checking.""
My stomach tightened.
"So someone knew I was coming?""
Nobody answered.
I remembered Victoria's expression when she first saw my ticket.
The way she had questioned who purchased it.
The way she had laughed when I mentioned my father.
It suddenly felt less like a misunderstanding and more like something carefully arranged.
Dad turned to Richard.
"Bring me the records.""
Richard nodded.
"Of course.""
"And the security footage.""
"Yes.""
"And nobody touches the system until my attorney arrives.""
Richard looked toward Victoria.
"Understood.""
We entered the private lounge.
It was a beautiful room with dark wooden walls, leather furniture, and framed photographs of performers who had appeared at the theater over the last century.
Dad helped me sit on a sofa.
A staff member brought water.
Another brought a clean towel and a small first-aid kit.
Micah had finally stopped screaming, although he continued making little distressed noises beneath his blanket.
Dad crouched in front of me.
"Let me see your cheek.""
"It's okay, Dad.""
"No, sweetheart. Let me see.""
He examined the mark carefully.
"You're going to have that checked.""
I nodded.
He looked at Micah.
"And him too. Just to be safe.""
A moment later, a woman in a navy suit entered.
She was in her late fifties, with short silver hair and glasses.
"Marcus.""
Dad stood.
"Evelyn. Thank you for coming.""
She looked at my cheek.
"Oh, Danielle.""
I recognized her immediately.
Evelyn Price had been my father's attorney for almost twenty years. She had attended family dinners, brought birthday presents when I was younger, and once helped me negotiate my first apartment lease.
She approached me.
"Are you all right, honey?""
"I think so.""
"Good. We'll make sure you get proper medical attention.""
She turned toward Dad.
"Tell me everything.""
He explained what had happened.
He didn't exaggerate.
He didn't leave out a detail.
When he finished, Evelyn opened a notebook.
"Who witnessed the incident?""
"Alicia at the front desk," I said.
"And several guests.""
"Any recordings?""
"A lot of people had phones out.""
Evelyn nodded.
"Good. We'll preserve those.""
Richard entered with a laptop.
Behind him came Daniel and Victoria.
Victoria looked considerably less confident than she had earlier.
Richard placed the laptop on the table.
"We pulled the reservation history.""
Dad stood behind him.
"Show us.""
Richard opened the guest management system.
A list of reservations appeared.
My name was there.
Then it wasn't.
Then another entry appeared.
Evelyn leaned forward.
"Can you display the change history?""
Richard clicked.
A series of timestamps appeared.
At 4:12 p.m., my reservation had been marked for review.
At 4:19 p.m., it had been moved to a restricted guest category.
At 4:26 p.m., the reserved entrance authorization had been removed.
Evelyn pointed at the screen.
"Who had access?""
Richard opened another window.
Three employee accounts appeared.
His own.
Daniel's.
And Victoria's.
Victoria immediately shook her head.
"I didn't change anything.""
Daniel looked uncomfortable.
"Neither did I.""
Dad folded his arms.
"Then the system should tell us who did.""
Richard clicked the final entry.
The screen displayed a username.
*V.HARRIS — ADMINISTRATOR ACCESS.*
Nobody spoke.
Victoria stared at the screen.
Then she turned toward Richard.
"That doesn't prove anything.""
Evelyn looked at her.
"It proves your account made the modification.""
"Someone could have used my login.""
"Was your password shared?""
"No.""
"Was your account compromised?""
"I don't know.""
Evelyn closed her notebook.
"Then we have another issue to investigate.""
Victoria's voice rose.
"This is ridiculous! I have worked here for eleven years. I have kept this place running.""
My father looked at her.
"And tonight you struck my daughter.""
"I was trying to enforce policy!""
"Show me the policy.""
Victoria hesitated.
Richard opened a folder on the laptop.
He displayed the theater's guest conduct guidelines.
Evelyn read through them.
Then she looked up.
"There is nothing here authorizing physical contact with a guest.""
Victoria's cheeks reddened.
"She was refusing to leave.""
I finally spoke.
"I wasn't refusing to leave. I was asking why I had to leave when my ticket was valid.""
Victoria turned toward me.
"You're twisting everything.""
I looked directly at her.
"You slapped me while I was holding my baby.""
She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, please. I barely touched you.""
My father took one step forward.
Evelyn raised a hand.
"Marcus.""
He stopped.
She turned toward Victoria.
"Your exact words and actions will be documented. I suggest you choose your next statements carefully.""
Victoria looked at Daniel.
"Tell them what happened.""
Daniel shifted his weight.
"Victoria...""
"Tell them!""
He looked at me.
Then at the floor.
"I was instructed to make sure Danielle didn't enter through the reserved entrance.""
Richard frowned.
"By whom?""
Daniel swallowed.
"Victoria.""
She spun toward him.
"That's a lie!""
Daniel continued.
"She told me the reservation had been flagged and that the guest should be redirected.""
I stared at him.
"Why?""
He didn't answer immediately.
Then he said:
"She told me the owner didn't want certain guests entering through the VIP doors.""
Dad's eyes narrowed.
"Certain guests?""
Daniel nodded.
"She didn't give me a written explanation.""
Evelyn looked at Richard.
"Do you have a record of that instruction?""
Richard shook his head.
"No.""
Daniel reached into his jacket.
"I have something.""
He removed his phone.
Victoria immediately stepped toward him.
"Daniel, don't.""
He held up the phone.
"I saved the message.""
The room became silent.
He opened an email conversation and placed the phone on the table.
At the top was Victoria's name.
The message had been sent at 4:31 p.m.
Daniel read it aloud.
"'The Brooks reservation needs to be handled at the public entrance. Do not allow her into the reserved lobby. If she insists, call me immediately.''"
Dad looked at Victoria.
"Why?""
Victoria's lips tightened.
"I was following instructions.""
"Whose instructions?""
She looked away.
Richard stepped closer.
"Victoria, answer him.""
She remained silent.
Then Evelyn noticed something at the bottom of the email.
An attachment.
She leaned forward.
"Open that.""
Daniel tapped the screen.
A second message appeared.
This one was sent earlier that afternoon.
It contained a photograph of my reservation and a short note.
Evelyn read the note silently.
Then her expression changed.
"What is it?"" Dad asked.
She turned the phone toward him.
My father read the message.
His face became completely still.
I leaned forward.
"What does it say?""
He didn't answer immediately.
He handed the phone to Evelyn.
She read it aloud.
"'If Marcus Brooks arrives with his daughter, make sure she is removed before he reaches the building. We cannot afford for him to see the financial records.''"
My stomach dropped.
I looked at my father.
"Financial records?""
Dad stared at Victoria.
"What financial records?""
Victoria's hands began trembling.
Richard looked confused.
"Marcus, what is this about?""
My father didn't take his eyes off her.
"That's what I'd like to know.""
Evelyn scrolled farther down.
There was another attachment.
A document bearing the theater's official letterhead.
At the bottom was a signature.
Richard leaned closer.
Then his face lost its color.
Because the document appeared to authorize a transfer of theater funds.
And the signature belonged to someone who had no authority to approve it.
Victoria suddenly grabbed her handbag.
"I'm leaving.""
The two security officers moved toward the door.
Evelyn stood.
"Nobody is leaving until we have preserved these records.""
Victoria looked at my father.
"You can't do this to me.""
He answered quietly.
"I haven't done anything to you.""
Then he pointed at the document.
"Not yet.""
And as Richard enlarged the signature on the screen, my father recognized the name immediately.
It wasn't Victoria's.
It wasn't Daniel's.
It was the name of someone he trusted.
Someone who had been sitting in the theater's executive office for years.
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Someone who might have been stealing from the theater long before my arrival.
*And when Dad finally spoke that person's name, Richard whispered, "No. That can't be possible.""*