Chapter 133

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 tilted the screen towards him. "And I'm sending it to Ashton Laurent right now." Maxwell snorted out a scornful laugh. "Oh, come on. Are we still playing pretend?" He turned to Franklin. "You didn't tell me your daughter's—" The door swu