“Cameron, who do you think you are, speaking to me like that? Trying to lay your hands on another man’s wife? If this gets out, it won’t be pretty for you! Forget your image, let’s talk about your family. Do you think your father, the leader, will let you go on like this?”

Jim Jackson no longer knelt on the motherboard; his legs wobbled a bit. I thought he’d choose the sofa, but to my surprise, he came up to me. Seizing the opportunity, he tightly embraced me from behind and twisted my arm behind my back. I signaled Cameron to stop moving forward.

I was determined to see what...