Chapter 132

I studied Maxwell with a frown. There was no way someone like him was from their main office. Maybe he wasn't LGH at all. Maybe he was full of it. While they kept babbling, I slid my phone out of my clutch and secretly took a photo. Sent it straight to Ashton Laurent. [This guy. You know him?] It took Ashton a few minutes to reply. [Yeah. He's a Senior VP at Laurent Systems & Solutions. Why?] [He's meeting suppliers on the sly.] I started typing more. Stopped. Deleted. Typed again. [Tried to grope me under the table.] Sent. I flipped the phone screen down and turned on the recording app. While Franklin tried to pitch him again, I cut in. "LGH's got some tight policies, don't they? Something about staff being banned from meeting vendors off the record. No gifts. No cash. No freebies. Not even a discount voucher." Maxwell paused, fork halfway to his mouth. "I didn't take anything from them." I pointed at the lobster tail swimming in butter and the sliced abalone drowning in brown sauce.