I ordered my subordinate to keep digging.
The moment I hung up, I noticed a new post on Gabriel's social media.
In the photo, my wife wore a revealing swimsuit. The two of them were pressed together, dancing close, with a cruise ship and a bright blue sky behind them. If you looked carefully, you could see Gabriel was visibly aroused. But my wife's face, soft with a tender smile, showed no sign she found anything wrong with it. If anything, there was a hint of playful reproach in her expression.
The caption read: "Grateful for every day my beautiful boss treats me like a little brother."
I screenshotted it, saved it, then went back through the financial report one more time.
Beyond the condoms, I found that Eve had also purchased several luxury items, all labeled as client gifts.
Before today, if I'd interrupted her while she was meeting clients and she'd snapped at me, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.
But now I'd sent her a photo loaded with obvious implications, and she hadn't offered a single word of explanation.
And the real question was whether she was actually meeting clients or keeping her assistant company.
The answer was self-evident.
That was when Eve called back.