Do you have any idea what you just did?" she hissed, grabbing his arm. "The investor meeting? About the drug scandal? You walked out in the middle of a presentation."
Lucien didn't look at her. His eyes stayed on mine.
"It looks like I had better things to do," he said quietly.
"Get in the car. Now. Before the press finds you in a nightclub hallway with a waitress."
"I'm not finished here."
"You are finished." The lady turned to me, with an awkward smile. "Miss...?"
"None of your business."
"Miss None of Your Business. My client is under stress. I'm sure you understand why he might... misbehave."
"I don't want your apologies. I want him gone."
Clara's eyes narrowed. She studied me, seeing something she didn't like. Then she turned back to Lucien, voice dropping to a venomous whisp
