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Chapter 08

The Hearing Room

The review room was smaller than the HR room, but its table was longer, with recording equipment in the center. Biko, the company reviewer, placed three pages of the complaint in front of him. Ms. Naliaka sat to one side, while Neema sat behind them as a witness to procedure. Amina entered with Kondo’s evidence sleeve and the independent-review form.

“You will answer each line in five minutes,” Biko said.

“May I request more time if a line requires a record?”

Biko looked at her. “This is not a court.”

“That is why I am asking the company not to treat a summary as an answer.”

Biko pointed to the first line. The complaint said Amina knew her father’s money account and had used her procurement knowledge to transfer an amount for personal use. Amina placed the access log on the table.

“I have had access to the procurement system, but not this account. The log for the transfer date shows that I entered an order for a pipe supplier. There is no login under my name on the beneficiary account.”

“You could have used another person,” Biko said.

“That is possible for anyone, but the complaint must show that I did it. This is the difference between my name and my authority.”

Ms. Naliaka moved the register forward. Biko read the order that carried the company seal. Amina explained that the seal on the Mto Mweupe paper belonged to an order for another customer. She did not deny that the fragment had come from the company, but denied that it proved theft of her father’s money.

Biko pointed to the second line. Rahma and Juma claimed that Amina had refused to support the water project and then hidden transfer information. Amina brought out a copy of the ledger and the agent’s receipt.

“The transfer descriptions show Maji-Mto and pump deposit. I still need confirmation from the bank or SACCO, but the money did not enter my personal account.”

“How did this ledger come into your hands?”

“My mother showed it to me in front of Juma. I did not take it away. I only wrote down what it contained and requested an official record.”

Biko turned to Neema. “Did the first packet contain all of Attachment B?”

Neema drew a breath. “The file index says pages one to three. The packet I saw on the desk contained one summary page.”

“Did you open the file?”

“No. I saw the index and told Amina that the complete file had not been placed on the desk.”

Biko wrote something down. Amina saw that Neema was being protected by the exact truth of her words, not by their friendship.

“The company cannot rely on sympathy,” Biko said.

“Neither can I,” Amina replied. “That is why I have brought the access log, register, and a request for a second hearing. If you suspend me because of a risk signal, you must know which packet produced that signal.”

Naliaka told Biko that Attachment B’s metadata had appeared twice, but the company had not yet asked IT to examine the device. Biko said they would not investigate a home device without a formal request. Amina signed the request, separating an observation from an accusation.

“What exactly do you want today?” Biko asked.

“I want the company to accept that the procedural evidence is incomplete, restore the full packet, and give me a chance to respond after the copy is verified.”

“The suspension will continue.”

“I understand. But it must not be treated as proof of theft.”

Biko closed the folder. “I will issue an interim memo. We have not seen all of Attachment B. We also do not have the beneficiary-account record.”

Amina felt her breath return, but she did not smile. Her salary was still withheld, and her name was still in the risk memo. Even so, the case had begun separating the family from the company. Biko asked Kondo to attend the next hearing as a voluntary witness. Amina said she would invite him without forcing him.

As Naliaka gathered the papers, she told Amina that a return to work was not a promise. Amina said she had not asked for a promise. She wanted every decision to follow a complete packet.

Before the door closed, Biko looked at her. “If you find that page, will you be able to prove who cut it?”

When Biko had said five minutes, Amina had known he was trying to make each answer look like a single sentence. She opened her notebook and separated every claim: the account, the transfer, the water project, and Rahma’s signature. For each claim she listed the document that existed and the one that was missing. Biko interrupted her twice, saying family matters were not the company’s concern. Amina said the complaint itself had brought them into the company, so the company could not use them to lower her standing without separating them.

Neema confirmed that on the day Amina was suspended, the laptop had been taken before Amina received a copy of the complaint. Biko asked whether Amina had tried to delete a file. Neema said the handover form did not show that. Amina did not look at Neema gratefully; she knew one unnecessary word could turn evidence into friendship.

Biko opened the final page of the summary. It said, “The subject used her work position.” Amina asked which position that meant. Biko said it was the complainants’ inference. Amina replied that an inference could be a risk signal, but it was not a finding. Naliaka wrote that down in the memo.

Before the hearing ended, Amina submitted a request that the final decision be frozen until the full packet was found. Biko stamped it received, then said the company would continue to pay her. Naliaka corrected him: her salary was still awaiting a policy decision. Amina did not argue. She knew the cost of suspension continued even after a good sentence. She gathered the access log, register, and hearing request in one envelope and wrote the date each document had been received by the company. Neema reminded her that Kondo would need consent to enter. Amina said she would not bring him as someone who could save her name, but as a witness to the map and payments. Biko closed the file and drew the records toward the company’s side. Amina left without dodging the central question and without pretending that the interim memo was a victory.

Biko asked about the page once more. “If you find that page, will you be able to prove who cut it?” Amina carried the question outside, knowing that an interim memo was not a real victory.

“If you find that page, will you be able to prove who cut it?”

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