He exhaled. "But this stays buried. Understand?"
As a professor of life sciences at Riverdale University, I knew AI's limits. I knew what could be faked. But I also knew that warning hadn't been a trick—it was a lifeline.
——
I didn't storm in. Not yet.
I messaged Victor's secretary: Send every department manager to Mr. Weston's office. Now.
Moments later, the door swung open. Confused executives flooded in.
Georgia scrambled like a startled rabbit, ducking behind the mahogany desk to hide her disheveled state.
Victor opened his mouth to roar—then saw me step out from behind the crowd.
He froze.
"Grace..." His finger trembled as he pointed. "You set this up!"
I ignored him. My gaze swept the discarded clothes on the floor, then locked onto the woman cowering behind the desk.
"Georgia Kaufman," I said, voice calm but cutting. "Last week, you swore you'd never have any improper relationship with my husband."
Victor's face flushed crimson. Being caught like this by his entire executive team—a fatal blow to his ego.
"Grace Sullivan!" he snapped. "What are you doing? You're acting like a shrew, not a professor!"
I scoffed and walked toward the desk.