The room fell silent.
Then someone snorted.
Then all three of them burst out laughing.
"She's lost it."
"Ashton Laurent? Come on, Mira. Pick a more believable name next time."
"You expect anyone to buy that?"
Maxwell swirled his wine. "Miss Vance, don't joke like that. I'm the Senior VP, and I see Mr. Laurent maybe once a year. You think he's just sitting around waiting for you to text him?"
I tapped the table. "You're really not scared I'll report you?"
He shrugged. "I told you what I did because I don't care if it gets out. Besides, you're not going to do anything."
I reached across the table, picked up my phone, and held it up. "And if I recorded everything just now?"
"Sure you did," he said, lips stretched in a smug, lazy smile.
"Oh, I sure did." I ti
