I won’t let them drag my image down.”
Then, with theatrical ease, like unveiling a new product line, he announced his affair, as if infidelity were simply another strategic pivot in his carefully curated executive life.
“I’m seeing someone else,” he said, smoothing his perfectly styled hair and checking his reflection, “someone who understands the demands of my position and upgrades my image instead of destroying it.”
On cue, Chloe appeared in the doorway, his twenty two year old executive assistant, hired eight months earlier despite my unease about the way his gaze had lingered during her interview.
She stood there sleek and smug in a designer dress that probably cost more than my first car, makeup flawless, hair in glossy waves, already wearing a small, triumphant smile.
