He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

into a board meeting.

Too late.

Hartley gave a small laugh that landed dead on the table.

“Well. That’s quite a coincidence.”

“Not really,” I said. “You interviewed with the panel in March.”

His hand stopped on his cufflink.

Vivian looked at him. “You said the director was coming from Chicago.”

“I was in Chicago in March.”

The jazz quartet kept playing.

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