Eleanor caught Julian's look instantly, disapproval, judgment, and something close to contempt, all at once.
Before she could respond, Caleb spoke up first. "Wow, accusing the victim, real class act. It was clearly you three who came after Ms. Hale first."
"Ms. Hale?" Julian repeated the title with more curiosity than anything else, as if the accusation itself barely registered. "I thought you were doing custodial work at the detention center. Didn't realize it came with a title."
The jab landed. Eleanor lost all interest in the wasabi-laced sashimi she'd been chewing.
He'd rearranged her start date at that facility himself, there was no version of events where he didn't already know exactly what job she'd applied for.
The only explanation was that he'd bought Brooke's story wholesale
