“She understands the importance of this event.” Retta had engaged in more than one conversation with Jessa on that topic, so she felt comfortable making that blanket statement. “She believes I will be assessing her ability to work a room and assist in fundraising for the charity.”

A hum of agreement traveled around the room. Heads nodded.

“I have been clear that the charity and the confidential work we do are two very different things, so she won’t know she’s being assessed by all of you as well.”

“I’m concerned about your wavering support. The vote to consider Jessa for membership didn’t pass twice. Only your lobbying enticed some of us to agree during the third round,” the child psychologist at the back of the room said. “Her history suggested we be wary, and now, suddenly, you are. I’m wondering what’s happened between then and now.”

“My support hasn’t changed. She has the potential to be our most devoted member, and we need new members. Women who are making a name for themselves and in a position to help.” Retta reiterated her reasons for thinking Jessa should have a seat at their table. “Remember, I have a personal history with her. I’ve seen her struggle. Seen her be ruthless, when needed.”

“I understand that, but—”

Retta refused to concede the floor. “Her history prepared her for this type of work. She knows the world isn’t fair and has always been willing to bend the rules to get what she needs. She has the fire and the drive. She can justify what others might find unjustifiable. She only needs time to prove herself to us.”

“And until then?” The psychologist pressed her point. “You know if the concern keeps growing, we’ll need to—”

“Yes.” Retta didn’t let the other woman spell it out. They all understood the severe price of failing during probationary status. “I know exactly what will happen.”

Chapter Fifty-Five
Gabby

Gabby now understood the phrase fish out of water. She’d been to the Sophie Foundation annual auction fundraiser before. Baines moved in this crowd. Back before the company hit its stride and the money started rolling in, he yearned to belong, so even when they couldn’t spare the donation, they paid for a table and placed bids.

She remembered winning a spa day one year because Baines insisted that they bid on something, and an overpriced afternoon at some place she’d never heard of was the cheapest auction item she could find. The next year she’d nearly fallen over in relief when someone outbid Baines on a flashy new speedboat.