"You're just going to sit there?" Zane snapped, his voice cutting through the silence. "And you're drinking? At this hour?"
I glanced at him, my expression cool, the glass lightly tapping against my lips before I spoke. "You've got hands, don't you? Or did you suddenly forget how to use them?"
Zane's face hardened, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. "What's gotten into you today? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
He stood there, looking genuinely perplexed, as though he had no idea what I was upset about. As if just a few hours ago, he hadn't blatantly disrespected me in front of everyone at the company banquet. He had wrapped his arms around Maeve, his childhood sweetheart, as if she was his wife, not me. The crowd had cheered like it was all part of some romantic comedy, leaving me standing there, a silent bystander. CEO or not, did that give him the right to treat me like I was invisible?
Ignoring him, I kept my focus on the bubbles rising in my champagne glass, their slow ascent oddly calming. Zane, undeterred by my coldness, placed a small, elegant jewelry box beside me. "Here," he said, his voice softening. "I got you something. Open it."