Corporate Infidelity and Deception
The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the polished marble floor beneath my feet suddenly feeling as unstable as quicksand. William’s voice echoed in my ears, the words “married to her” bouncing off the high ceilings like a physical blow. I looked from the security guard to Frank Sterling, who had stopped just a few feet away, his brow furrowing as he caught the tail end of the conversation.
Frank looked at me, his eyes sweeping over my faded corduroy jacket, my sensible walking shoes, and the grease-stained brown paper bag in my hand. There was no recognition in his gaze, only the mild annoyance of a busy executive interrupted by a stranger.
“Is there a problem here, Bill?” Frank asked, his voice deep and dripping with the casual authority of someone who belonged in this building.
