Thomas stared into his cup.

“Do you want me to tell people what happened at the gala?”

“No.

I want you to take care of your employees and let the accountants do their work.”

He seemed surprised.

Perhaps he had expected me to request revenge disguised as a favor.

When I left, Rachel said, “You’re handling this more carefully than I could.”

“I’m angry enough to want to break every plate in my kitchen,” I admitted.