She rushed straight to our table, tears streaming down her face. "Bruno! I got thrown out of my apartment, my bank accounts are frozen, I have nowhere to go!"
"You have to do something!"
She dropped to her knees at his feet, sobbing so hard her whole body shook.
Bruno's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.
Around us, the murmuring grew louder.
"Isn't that Mr. Henson's former assistant?"
"I heard she was let go months ago. Why is she still clinging to him?"
"Wait—look at the watch on her wrist. Isn't that the limited-edition piece Agatha gave Bruno for his birthday last year? That thing's worth a fortune!"
Bruno finally snapped to attention.
He kicked Genevieve's hand away and snarled, "What the hell is wrong with you? We barely know each other. Get out of here!"
Genevieve hit the floor. She stared up at him, disbelief cracking her expression wide open.
"So you really were lying to me this whole time?"
"You told me that if I just behaved and kept quiet, you'd come back for me once things blew over!"
"That apartment was something you bought for me. And now that you've had your fun, you're taking it back? You were playing me from the start!"
Her voice had turned raw, hysterical, each word ringing through the silent ballroom.
The room erupted.
I looked at Bruno, and let the cold smile settle across my face.
"Bruno."
"This is what you call 'no contact whatsoever'?"
