They both flinched when they saw me. Damian shoved Eleanor away so fast she stumbled.
"Don't get the wrong idea. We were just discussing a client issue."
I let out a cold laugh. "Do you think I'm stupid, Damian?"
"Or just blind?"
Eleanor rushed to smooth things over, stepping forward with wide, innocent eyes.
"Hilda, please don't overthink this. We really were just talking about work. I twisted my ankle just now, and Damian said he'd learned a massage technique that could help with the pain."
As the words left her lips, a smirk flickered across the corner of her mouth.
I didn't waste a single glance on her. I walked straight to Damian and held out the printed divorce papers.
His expression darkened. Without a word, he snatched the papers and tore them to shreds.
"Don't think I can't see right through you. You're just jealous that I treat Ellie well!"
"Fine, you've got my attention now. Happy? Now get back to work before I dock next month's pay too."
I stared at the torn pieces scattered across the floor.
I said nothing.
I turned around and printed another copy.
But before I could find Damian again, Eleanor came sauntering toward me, chin lifted, triumph written across every feature.