His face reddened.
“She’s my wife.”
Alexander looked at him.
“You introduced her as event staff.”
The words cut through the room.
Marcus swallowed.
“That was a misunderstanding.”
I stared at him.
A misunderstanding.
He had told me to stand near the restrooms.
He had told me not to say I was his wife.
He had grabbed my arm.
Now it was a misunderstanding.
Alexander stood fully upright.
“Security.”
Two men moved forward.
Marcus looked alarmed.
“Sir.”
Alexander pointed toward him.
“Remove Mr. Caldwell from the ballroom.”
Marcus’s face collapsed.
“What?”
“You are suspended effective immediately.”
The room reacted.
Gasps.
Whispers.
Phones rising.
Marcus stared at Alexander.
“You can’t do that.”
Alexander’s expression became cold.
“I own the company.”
That ended the argument.
Marcus looked at me.
“Sofia.”
I said nothing.
He stepped toward me.
Security blocked him.
“Sofia, tell him.”
“Tell him what?”
“That this is private.”
I stared at him.
“You made it public when you told me to pretend I worked here.”
His jaw tightened.
“Not here.”
I almost smiled.
“Why?”
“Are you embarrassed?”
That landed.
His face changed.
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