He slowly set the pen down and lifted his eyes.
His gaze was ice.
"There's nothing to discuss, Miss Beaumont."
She blinked, the formal name slicing through her like a blade.
"It was… nothing to you?"
"It shouldn't have been anything to you either," he replied flatly, without hesitation. "Don't fool yourself. It was just one night. A mistake. One that will not happen again."
Her heart sank.
Still, she tried.
"And my job? How am I supposed to deal with this here?"
He leaned back