Paige looked down. “Yes.” The answer hurt, but not as sharply as it once would have.

“And the gala?”

“He said you’d caused problems with investors. He told me we needed to show everyone you were obsessed with him.”

“Were those your words about my anxiety?”

Paige began crying. “He told me to say them.”

Harper let the silence sit. Then she slid a box of tissues across the desk. “What you did was cruel,” she said. “Being manipulated does not erase that.”