With all these people listening to his carefully vague denials, they'd all walk away thinking exactly what he wanted: that I'd sold myself overseas.
If I didn't clear this up today, Dora would spend the rest of her life wearing the shame he'd pinned on me.
I clenched my jaw and fixed Guy with a cold smile.
"I don't care what your angle is or why you pulled this stunt."
"You're going to explain yourself. Right now. Or I won't hold back."
The color drained from Guy's face.
His expression crumpled into wounded innocence, tears threatening to spill.
"I already said I got the wrong person! What more do you want from me?"
"That account's been deleted anyway. I'm not going to share the videos I downloaded."
"Please..." His voice broke. "Don't use your position as the boss's future husband to fire me..."
"I'll get on my knees and apologize if that's what it takes!"
Still sobbing, he started to lower himself into a kowtow.
His knees had barely bent before someone caught him.
Dora shoved past me, nearly knocking me off balance.
Her face was ashen. Behind her perfectly applied makeup, her eyes had turned venomous.
"David, are you done?"