I waited for Roger outside the room, in the corridor. Edmon was on the phone talking to someone when he saw me approaching. “Work stuff?” I wanted to know, as I was already close to him. If I didn't have ethics, I could hear what he was saying.
He then hung up the phone and turned to me. “Did Roger tell you what happened?” he wanted to know. Edmon was smart; he would understand what had been mentioned before saying anything that could harm him. He could be gossipy and nosy, but he didn't lack intelligence.
“Not much. He just said that you were talking about me; Jean butted in, and that's what happened. He also said that if it wasn't him who hit you, it would be you,” I said, staring at him and waiting for him to agree or refuse. “How much of that is true?”.
“All of it, Anna,” he replied
