His smile is ugly. “The rumor mill has been churning since you f****d Kuznetsov in my office. Another employee would have gotten the sack for doing what you did. Who do you think shielded you from HR all these weeks? Who do you think kept the truth from reaching Mr. Ewes?”
My jaw drops. “That’s why you didn’t fire me? You were trying to manipulate me?”
“I was trying to protect you!” he roars. “Do you know what they’re calling you in the office? Do you know what they say about you? They’re calling you the office slut! Compared to you, Abby looks like the Virgin Mary.”
I’m expecting it and still, it hurts. “Well, everyone is entitled to their opinions.”
“I don’t know why I wasted my time on you,” he snarls as I rip open the door and step into the hall, praying it closes before the rest o
