Sylvia stared at the journal lying on her desk like it was a ticking time bomb. Its damning contents sat between her and Evans' next move. Yet, the thought of handing it over tied her stomach in knots that troubled her conscience.
Her phone buzzed.
“Did you forget who you work for?” Evans’ voice was sharp on the other end.
She closed her eyes briefly, subduing her rising temper. “I didn’t forget. I just—”
“You just what, Sylvia?” His tone darkened. “Playing house with Julian wasn’t part of the plan.”
Her grip tightened on the phone, her teeth clenched as she still did her best not to raise her voice at him. “It’s not as simple as you think. You didn’t see his face when I—”
“When you what?” Evans cut her off. “Let him kiss you? Let him undress you? I told you to do whatever it takes,
