“For what position?” I asked.
He slid the top page toward me.
The name at the top stopped my breath.
Grant Ellis.
“He applied for a management role in Operations,” my dad said calmly. “And he listed your old address as his emergency contact.”
“He doesn’t know,” I whispered.
“No,” my dad said. “He doesn’t.”
Then he looked at me. “Would you like to handle this, or should I?”