Piers chuckled. "Always thorough, Mr. Sanchez. Well then, why don't I just call everyone up to your office right now?"
Before William could object, Piers was already ignoring the strained look on his face, firing off messages in the project group chat to summon people for the meeting.
Office workers moved fast. Even though William's office sat on the top floor of the building, everyone filed in within a minute.
They all stood there, eyes fixed on William, waiting to hear what needed to be changed.
William's entire body was coiled tight. He suppressed every raw, primal urge clawing at him and launched into a measured, point-by-point discussion with the group.
I pulled out a rag and pretended to clean, working my way from the front of the desk around to the display cabinet behind it.
That was when my eyes met Vivian's under the desk. She glared at me, her gaze seething with hatred.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the purple underwear I'd fished from the toilet that morning. Without a moment's hesitation, I tossed it right onto her.