The air on the terrace turned heavy, thick with tension.
Adam’s heart raced as Mr. Johnson stepped closer, the sunlight glinting off his watch. Emily’s fingers gripped the railing behind her, knuckles white.
“I thought honesty was the foundation of any good team,” Mr. Johnson said calmly. “But it seems I’ve been mistaken.”
“Sir,” Adam started, his throat dry, “it isn’t what you think.”
“Oh?” Mr. Johnson tilted his head slightly. “Then tell me, what should I think, Adam? I have a video clear as daylight. You, my wife, at the bar. Touching. Whispering. Smiling in ways that don’t belong in a workplace.”
Emily’s breath hitched. “You followed us?”
He smiled faintly. “Followed? No. I don’t need to follow anyone. People bring the truth to
