His expression changed immediately.
A second later, the atmosphere between us shifted so abruptly that my champagne glass slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor.
Someone gasped.
Richard leaned toward me.
“Know your place.”
For several seconds, nobody said anything.
I looked around.
His vice president stared at the floor.
Two junior managers looked deeply uncomfortable.
Richard’s closest friend, Daniel Cross, wore an awkward little smirk.
Richard apparently mistook everyone’s silence for support.
Then he laughed.
“Come on. She knows I’m joking.”
Nobody joined him.
I slowly straightened.
Then I smiled.
“You just made a very public mistake.”
Richard blinked.
“What?”
But I wasn’t looking at him anymore.
I was looking at the phones.
At least a dozen people had been recording Richard’s speech before the confrontation.
Several devices were still pointed directly toward us.
Richard noticed too.
