CHAPTER 75: THE EX
"I'm sorry," I say again, because the first time clearly did not land the way I intended. "I still don't have your name."
"Camille Thorne," she says, as though the name alone should mean something to me, and the fact that it doesn't seems to interest her more than offend her. "Dominic and I were engaged for two years. Before you, obviously."
The boardroom has gone very still around us. Marcus has not moved from beside me but I can feel the shift in him, the particular alertness of a man recalculating threat assessments in real time. Hartwell and the others have stopped gathering their files entirely, watching this unfold with the specific hunger of people who have just been handed something far more interesting than a procedural vote.
"Engaged," I repeat carefully.
