“This behavior ends today.”

Ethan ran both hands through his hair, his fingers tangling in the brown strands.

“Rachel, please.

I know how terrible it looks, but I was completely underwater with this product launch.”

“You weren’t underwater,” I said.

“You were lying.”

I pulled out a wooden chair across from him but stayed standing, resting my knuckles heavily on the tall back of the seat.

“At eight o’clock, you’re going to pick up the kitchen phone,” I said.