Then it hits me.
Greg did mention Jean reports everything to him. Which means when she raised her phone earlier? Yeah. That was absolutely her taking a photo of me. Probably forwarded to His Presidential Highness before she even blinked.
I rub my temples.
Wonderful. I didn't just lose peace and privacy. Apparently, I signed up for live surveillance with push notifications.
I text Greg back, keeping my face blank so Dahlia won't interrogate me for the next thirty minutes.
Me: Dale isn't a random lawyer I picked. He's a rising star and recently got an award. He's also someone I know from college. He's reliable.
I place my phone face-down on the coffee table like it offended me personally and turn my attention back to Dale. He's flipping to the last page of the documents.
