Andrea smoothed the front of her dress with trembling hands, trying to erase the wrinkles Henry’s grip had left behind. Her cheeks were still flushed, lips slightly swollen from the kiss. She shot Lindsay a sharp, dangerous glare — the kind that said I know what you saw, and if you open your mouth, you’ll regret it.

She cleared her throat and muttered “I’ll leave you two to it.” And without another word to Henry, Andrea turned and walked out of the conference room, head high, heels clicking against the marble floor. The door closed behind her with a soft click that felt far too loud.

Now it was just...