“Then don’t order me around.”
I turned.
“The irony is breathtaking.”
He stopped.
Then softened his voice.
Classic Marcus.
“Sofia.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“The dress comment.”
“Only that?”
“I was under pressure.”
“Only that?”
He exhaled.
“Fine.”
“I should not have asked you to hide.”
“Asked?”
He looked irritated.
“Don’t do semantics.”
“No.”
“I think semantics matter when my husband introduces me as staff.”
His jaw tightened.
“I was trying to protect my promotion.”
“From your wife?”
“From perceptions.”
There it was.
“Whose perception?”
“People judge.”
“And you agreed with them.”
Silence.
I walked upstairs.
He followed again.
Then asked:
“Do you really think Alexander is your grandfather?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happens if he is?”
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