Emma wasn’t sure which was worse, sitting through a three-hour budget alignment meeting where everyone took turns pretending they weren’t in open warfare with each other or the fact that Matthew was seated two chairs down, radiating smugness like a cheap cologne.

The man hadn’t even flinched after Ross slapped him the other day, or after she caught him snooping through her files. If anything, he seemed more energized, like a cockroach that had been stepped on and somehow ...