“Because I want to see how a man carries himself after losing something he thought mattered.”
“That sounds like an experiment.”
“Most interviews are.”
I smiled.
Then one of her attorneys entered quickly from the conference room.
His expression had changed.
“Mrs. Halston.”
She turned.
“What is it?”
“We have a problem.”
“What kind?”
He looked at Gavin.
Then at me.
Then back at Eleanor.
“Confidential Halston acquisition documents were accessed last night.”
Gavin stiffened.
Eleanor’s face hardened.
“From where?”
The attorney hesitated.
“This office.”
The room went silent.
My stomach tightened.
Gavin looked at me.
Then toward my desk.
The attorney continued.
“We traced the download to an internal machine.”
Eleanor asked, “Which one?”
He turned his tablet around.
I saw the device ID.
Then my name.
CHRISTOPHER BENNETT.
My entire body went cold.
“That’s impossible.”
Gavin suddenly looked very different.
Not shocked.
Not confused.
Afraid.
I turned toward him.
