Chapter 4 — Step Away

I set down my glass and walked toward the stage, and every camera in the room turned to follow me.

“Step away from my husband,” I said.

Cressida wiped her lipstick from Rupert’s mouth with a slow, theatrical sweep of her thumb.

“Oh,” she purred.

“You’re still here?”

A few executives laughed — the practiced laugh of people who have learned that laughing with power is safer than staying silent near it.

Rupert’s face tightened.

“Cecilia.

Don’t embarrass me tonight.”