I briskly enter the apartment under Harlan's arm without even having to duck. He is unbothered. But I’m not as unconvinced as he is.
"I just don't understand," I tell him, marching into the foyer without even turning to look at him. "He practically threatened to tell the Board. He'd have to have definite proof if that was the case."
For a short amount of time, I'd considered keeping my conversation with Vance a secret from Harlan, just long enough for him to enjoy the pride that comes along with his award. I hadn't been in his car for two minutes, on our way home, before he flagged that something was bothering me.
Of course, little does he know, there is more than just Vance on my mind. I had two extremely discouraging conversations at the gala, though I keep the one I have with Harlan
