I didn't tear up the list. I took out my phone and photographed it.
Adrian frowned.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm saving evidence."
"Evidence of what?"
"This is evidence that you're using an employee's private life as a bargaining chip, Mr. Whitmore."
His face darkened with anger.
"Don't blow this out of proportion, Claire."
"You're putting me on a list of marriage candidates, and you're worried about me making a fuss?"
I picked up my badge.
"I'll submit my resignation letter through the proper channels. As for the gala, she's your fiancee. You handle it."
Adrian blocked my way.
"You're not leaving this room."
I looked up at him.
"Are you planning to hold me here against my will, Mr. Whitmore?"
His hand relaxed. I pulled the door open. Everyone in the executive office had their
