Then he smoothed it away and produced a laugh, the warm indulgent laugh he used on people he intended to manage.

“Louisa,” he said, gentle and reasonable now, “this is not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you got an employee pregnant, threatened her with deportation, and tried to force her to end the pregnancy,” I said.

“Tell me which part I have wrong.”

His eyes dropped to my phone, and the laugh died.

“Stop recording.”