She fixed me with a stare that could cut glass. "If this is about the million dollars, I'm not afraid to say it in front of everyone."

And she did.

She announced, right there in front of the whole crowd, that she'd given Jordan a million-dollar bonus. The room buzzed with shock and envy. Lucky bastard, some of them were probably thinking.

And just like that, everyone understood why I'd suddenly turned on Jordan.

It was about the money.

Some people got it. A million dollars was a million dollars, not pocket change.

Others thought I was being small. Jordan had put his life on the line to protect my wife. The fact that he'd survived was pure luck. Myra rewarding him with a million? That was perfectly reasonable. It just proved she had more class than I did.

She knew how to show gratitude.

After a moment, Myra challenged me. "Or does my life not even mean a million dollars to you?"

I said nothing. I just watched her perform.

"Ma'am, I don't think the boss meant it that way..."

Jordan tried to speak up for me.

Myra shot him a look so vicious he flinched, then turned back to me with a frigid smile. "Luke, you went to all this trouble to stage this little scene. It would be rude of me not to play along."

With that, she stepped forward, took Jordan's face in both hands, and kissed him full on the mouth while every single person in the room watched in stunned silence.

The hall went dead quiet.

The only sound was Jordan's ragged breathing.

The kiss lasted a full ten seconds before Myra finally pulled away.

"Boss, I—"

Jordan looked like he was about to cry. His panic was written all over him. His hands didn't know where to go, his eyes darted everywhere, his whole body rigid with the look of a man who'd just committed an unforgivable sin.

Some people envied him. He'd actually gotten to kiss the boss's wife.

Others pitied him. Sure, he'd kissed her, but it also meant he was about to lose a very comfortable job.

"Are you satisfied now, Luke?"

Myra's crimson lipstick was noticeably fainter than before. The deep kiss had transferred some of it onto Jordan's lips.

I clapped slowly. "Very."

"So now you're going to accuse me of cheating," she said.

"Then ask for a divorce."

"And demand I leave with nothing?"

In answer to her challenge, I shrugged and signaled my assistant, who stepped forward carrying a set of divorce papers that had clearly been prepared well in advance.