Julian stood in the broken doorway. Eleanor was behind him, still wearing the Chanel suit from the car.
Julian crossed the room, tore Arthur’s hands from my dress, and shoved him into the desk. Books and papers dropped around his feet.
“Don’t touch her!”
Arthur steadied himself against the desk and pointed at the lens on the shelf.
“She attacked me, Julian. She tried to seduce me. The camera recorded everything.”
Julian hit him in the jaw.
Arthur went down against the front of the desk. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
“Julian, enough,” Eleanor said.
He stopped with both fists clenched. His chest rose and fell as Eleanor stepped over a piece of the doorframe.
She came to me and held out her hand. “The truth, please.”
I took the phone from my purse and unlocked it. My finge
