Nice try.

“Come on, Erik.”

His brow furrows. He’s still crouching in front of me. “What clients?”

“You can drop it.”

“What clients?”

“We both know that—”

“What. Clients.”

I press my lips together. “Milton.”

He shakes his head, like the name tells him nothing. If I had a knife handy I’d probably stab him. Through the muscles, right into his heart. “The rec center in New Jersey.”

It takes a second, but I can see a glimmer of recognition. “The pitch? The one you were at Faye’s for?”

“Yup.”

“You signed that client, didn’t you?”

I clench my jaw. Hard. “Fuck you, Erik.”

He huffs impatiently. “Sadie, I’m really lost here, so if you don’t give me a little context—”

“I almost signed that client. However, when they got a pitch that was almost identical to mine, they decided to go with ProBld. Ring a bell?”

It doesn’t. Well, I am positive it must. But the acting talent is making a sudden comeback, and Erik really does look like he’s completely, utterly confused. His eyes narrow, and I can almost see him try to sift through his memories.

I sigh. “This is . . . just really exhausting, Erik. Gianna told me everything. I know that ProBld tried to buy GreenFrame. I don’t know if you went out with me planning to hurt the company, or you took the opportunity once you were presented with it, but I do know that you used what I told you at dinner to give a pitch very similar to mine, because the client—your client—admitted it to us.”

“I didn’t.”

“Right. Sure.”

“I really didn’t.”

“Of course.” I roll my eyes.

“No, I’m serious. Are you telling me that the reason you stopped talking to me is that we coincidentally ended up getting one of your clients?”

“Two pitches that similar are not a coincidence—”

“They must be. I didn’t even know we had that client until right now.”

“How could you not know what projects are going in the firm you own?”

“Because I am not a junior employee.” I can tell from his tone that he’s starting to get frustrated with me. Which is fine because I’ve been frustrated with him for weeks. “I have a leadership position and manage people who manage people who manage more people. We’re not GreenFrame, Sadie. I oversee different teams and spend my days in pretty fucking boring meetings with patent attorneys and surveyors and quality assurance managers. Unless it’s a high-priority deal or an extremely lucrative project, I might not even be debriefed until it’s well on its way. My job is making big-picture decisions and giving guidelines so that—”

He stops and physically recoils. One second he’s leaning toward me, the next his back is straight and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. He stays like that for long seconds, eyes closed, and then explodes in a low, heartfelt:

“Fuck.”

It’s my turn to be confused. “What?”

“Fuck.”