"I work myself to the bone every single day, and you're sitting here throwing a tantrum, accusing me of cheating!"
"Instead of figuring out how to bring in clients, all you do is obsess over this petty nonsense. You're worse than a nagging housewife!"
I scoffed and held up my phone, showing her the screenshot of Gabriel's social media post.
"Then how do you explain this? I thought you were meeting with clients."
She froze. A flicker of guilt crossed her face.
The words slipped out before she could stop them: "Gabriel deleted that already..."
The second they left her mouth, she realized what she'd just admitted.
But in the next breath, she doubled down.
"Lowell, you always jump to conclusions! The only reason Gabriel and I were doing that is because the client wanted to go dancing. He insisted we join him or he wouldn't sign the contract!"
"You didn't even bother to get the full picture before coming at me with accusations?!"
"I'm warning you, drop this useless nonsense. Your numbers are below target this month. If you don't start pulling your weight, don't blame me when I dock your entire paycheck!"