“This is absurd,” he said, glancing around as if he could charm the air itself. “My wife is upset. We’ll handle this privately.”
Dana’s expression didn’t shift. “Mr. Lawson, we need to address an allegation involving a direct breach of company policy.”
The word allegation made him flinch—not because he was innocent, but because he wasn’t steering anymore.
Lila’s gaze flickered between me, Ethan, and the elevator, as if she could vanish into it. When Alyssa gently guided her down the hallway, Lila seemed to fold inward.
Ethan watched her go, and for a split second, I saw irritation flash across his face—like she’d suddenly become a complication.
Dana turned to me. “Ma’am, can you provide documentation?”
“Yes,” I said. My voice surprised me with its steadiness. “I have screenshots. Dates. Messages.”
“Thank you,” she replied, as if I’d handed her an invoice. “We may need a formal statement.”
Ethan snapped his head toward me. “Marina—don’t.”
It was the first time all morning he’d said my name like it mattered. The problem was, he’d drained that meaning over months—lie by lie.
“I’m not doing this to punish you,” I said. “I’m doing it because you thought you could do whatever you wanted.”