The photograph made it online by eight in the morning.
She saw it on her phone before she got out of bed, someone had tagged a society page account and the account had posted it with the caption that did exactly the damage it was designed to do: Roman Carter and his new personal secretary at the Bellhaven Group dinner. Close company.
Close company.
She stared at the photograph for a moment. It was a good photograph technically. The room was well lit and she was in the emerald dress and Roman's hand was at her back and they were looking at each other in the specific way she had not realised they looked at each other until she was seeing it from outside. She looked like a woman who belonged next to this man and he looked like a man who thought so too.
She put her phone face down on the bed.
She thought: okay. She thought: this is going to be a day.
