Bruno tried to speak several times. Each time, my cold stare shut him down before a single word left his mouth.
The moment I got home and sat down, the doorbell rang.
Bruno stood on the other side, spine rigid, holding two gift bags.
I pressed the button to let him in.
He walked through the door and set the bags on the console table in the entryway. He didn't dare bring them into the living room.
"Agatha, this is a written guarantee I prepared."
He held out a sealed letter. "I've laid everything out clearly. From now on, I will have absolutely no private contact with Genevieve. All work-related communication at the company will be handled by someone else."
I didn't take it. I just looked up at him.
He immediately set the letter on the coffee table, then pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and slid the glowing screen across to me.
"Take my phone. Go through everything. Search whatever you want."
He added quickly, "My messages with Genevieve are strictly work. Project updates. Nothing else."