Victor paled the moment realization hit him.
His fingers tightened at his side as his eyes flickered between Mirena and the phone in her hand, as though staring at it long enough might make it disappear.
“Why…” His throat tightened as he swallowed. “Why do you have that?” he asked.
Mirena tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips lifting in something that wasn’t quite a smile. More like amusement. Or pity.
“Well,” she said lightly, tapping the side of the phone with her finger, “what can I say? I’m walking into a room led by a gender-biased bastard. I figured I’d need a trick or two of my own.”
She ended the recording with a smooth tap and slid the phone into her palm.
“So,” she continued, folding her arms and meeting his gaze head-on. “What’s it going to be? Are
