I smiled, cold and thin, and held up my phone. Eleanor's social media post filled the screen.
"Then explain this. I thought you were meeting clients?"
He froze. The color drained from his face for half a second.
"She deleted that—"
The words left his mouth before his brain caught up. He clamped his jaw shut, but it was too late.
Still, he recovered fast, bulldozing forward with the same shameless confidence.
"Hilda, you jump to conclusions over every little thing! The reason Ellie and I were at that club is because the client wanted to go dancing. He insisted we join him or he wouldn't sign. What were we supposed to do?"
"You didn't even bother to get the full picture before putting me on trial?"
"I'm warning you—stop wasting my time with this garbage. Your sales numbers are in the gutter this month. If you don't step it up, don't blame me when your entire paycheck disappears."
"And don't forget, we split everything fifty-fifty. If you can't pull your weight, I have zero obligation to carry you."
"When that day comes, you could get on your knees and beg, and I still wouldn't forgive you."
Three threats in a row. A perfect trifecta of audacity.