Jeremiah’s POV
“I understand,” Benedict said, her voice barely a whisper as she shrank back into the upholstery of the rear seat.
She was smart to hide. The interior of the car felt like a pressure cooker about to blow. Richard tried to break the heavy silence by tossing a few casual comments my way, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. I couldn't. My mind was a storm of static and sharp edges.
Salome was gossiping. The thought burned. My assistant, the woman I trusted with the literal keys to my life, was out there peddling rumors about my dating life to the rest of the staff. It was unprofessional. It was a betrayal. It made me look like a fool.
I stared out the window, watching the landscape blur into a smear of greens and grays, but all I saw was her face. I reache
