The director finally found his voice.
“Turn that off!” he barked toward the AV booth.
But he was too late.
A fourth slide appeared, this time a scanned reimbursement form signed by Daniel, authorizing two “crisis communications consulting fees” to LMX Strategic Relations for dates that matched exactly with one of the weekends you already knew he had spent in Monterrey with Lorena. On the right side of the screen, whoever built the slideshow had placed the hotel folio, the minibar charges, the spa charge for two, and a photo of Daniel in the lobby mirror wearing the navy shirt you bought him for your last wedding anniversary.
A low sound escaped somebody near the back tables.
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