Then he glanced toward the door.
“You’re creating an embarrassing situation, Maya.”
I stared at him.
“Your secretary just slapped me in front of twenty people and called you her husband. And you’re worried about embarrassment?”
He ran a hand through his hair.
“Celeste can be possessive. She overreacted.”
“Possessive?”
He sighed.
“Don’t make this bigger than it needs to be.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
Seven years of marriage.
Seven years of supporting his career.
Seven years of trusting him with my father’s company.
And now he was describing another woman’s claim to be his wife as a minor misunderstanding.
I looked at him carefully.
“Julian, what exactly have you told her about our marriage?”
He avoided my eyes.
“That’s not important right now.”
“It seems extremely important to me.”
His expression hardened.
“Listen. You’re going to apologize to Celeste, resign from this temporary position, and leave the office without causing any more trouble.”
