He ran his fingers through his hair, pacing in tight circles across the office floor, his polished shoes clicking against the marble.

“Sir… what is it?” I asked, my voice cracking as I watched him unravel.

He stopped, exhaling sharply. “My wife found out about us, Andrea. Someone snitched. I told you not to tell anyone. This was supposed to stay between us.”

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Not even Cindy. She tried to pry it out of me, but I ...