Someone near Tiffany gasped. The remaining conversations stopped. Finance people who had ignored our personal drama moved closer.
Red spread from Julian’s collar to his cheeks. Chloe’s fingers tightened around her purse.
“How dare you?” Julian’s grip tightened on his glass. “You walk in here after everything and question my business? You were an assistant.”
He took the leather-bound proposal from Chloe and held it up. “This is my proof. Lumina Capital has full confidence in this strategy, a strategy you could never comprehend.”
He was waving my own work at me. I did not need to open it. I remembered every assumption and every number, including the ones Julian had altered after I left.
“That proposal?” I asked. “The one with a five-year growth projection based on a European market mode
