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