(Juliette's POV)
I stood at the corner of the corridor and listened.
Every word Dominic said to Bianca came through the half-open door, clear as anything.
He'd have Secretary Pearson handle the police. He'd find Bianca something else, a new position, a way forward. And Juliette - he'd said it himself - *that's my problem to handle.*
I pressed my back against the wall and didn't move.
His problem to handle. That's what I was. A problem.
I thought about how he'd looked at me tonight. The way he'd stayed close, kept his voice gentle, made sure I ate. I'd let myself think, for just a moment, that it meant something. That maybe there was still something left between us worth holding onto.
There wasn't.
He'd been managing me. Keeping me calm, keeping me at a distance from Bianca, making
