Myra shot him a look so vicious he flinched, then turned back to me with a frigid smile. "Luke, you went to all this trouble to stage this little scene. It would be rude of me not to play along."
With that, she stepped forward, took Jordan's face in both hands, and kissed him full on the mouth while every single person in the room watched in stunned silence.
The hall went dead quiet.
The only sound was Jordan's ragged breathing.
The kiss lasted a full ten seconds before Myra finally pulled away.
"Boss, I—"
Jordan looked like he was about to cry. His panic was written all over him. His hands didn't know where to go, his eyes darted everywhere, his whole body rigid with the look of a man who'd just committed an unforgivable sin.
Some people envied him. He'd actually gotten to kiss the boss's wife.
Others pitied him. Sure, he'd kissed her, but it also meant he was about to lose a very comfortable job.
"Are you satisfied now, Luke?"
Myra's crimson lipstick was noticeably fainter than before. The deep kiss had transferred some of it onto Jordan's lips.
I clapped slowly. "Very."
"So now you're going to accuse me of cheating," she said.
"Then ask for a divorce."
"And demand I leave with nothing?"