Anna took over the conversation. “It was just a small suggestion to celebrate the wonderful work we do here, and I think we deserve to celebrate!”

Daniel studied his staff. Maybe he needed to be more direct to give the person responsible the chance to own their intrusion into his privacy. “We’ve done great work here with the couples and families who’ve come to us.” He couldn’t help himself. He had to know. “But I want to say, if there’s anything you’d like to tell me, my door is always open.”

Jade threw him a nod and a teary smile as the room quieted at Daniel’s sudden, awkward prying into their personal lives. He surveyed his team, looking for something. Anything. There was no reaction, save Monique’s beaming grin.

“So if there’s nothing more”—Daniel again surveyed the room for a response—“let’s get back to work!”

The meeting broke up with wary chatter. Monique sidled up to Daniel, her eyes roaming his wrists.

“It’s such a great achievement to think we’ve saved a thousand marriages.” Her perfume wafted toward him and reached for his throat. “And I’d love to see your home.”

Daniel stepped back to breathe professional distance into the conversation. Monique’s perfume edged forward. Behind Monique’s shoulder Anna’s eyebrow rose.

“I’m not sure we’ve saved a thousand marriages, but we have at least tried. And it will be a great night of celebration for us all.”

Daniel burst through the heady cloud and brushed past Monique on his way to his office. He’d lobbed indirect mentions of Gramps’s camera into the meeting, but there’d been no ripples. He had given the perpetrator the chance to come clean, but now he’d have to address each employee one at a time. Starting with Peter. But now there was a fresh problem. Anna’s eyebrow was on his case, and he was sure she would raise the issue of Monique again sooner rather than later.

A soft rapping came at his door. Okay, sooner.

Daniel didn’t even turn around. “I know what you’re going to say.”

But Anna didn’t respond.

“Wow, famous counselor and now mind reader?” Peter stepped into his office and perched himself on the center of Daniel’s sofa.

Daniel backpedaled, searching for a one-liner that would turn an embarrassing revelation—and something a crack observer like Peter would latch onto—into a joke. “I’ve just done the finances, and I can’t afford to double your pay so you can get what you’re worth.”

“You’ll never be able to afford what I’m worth.” Peter chuckled before drilling a look into Daniel. “I won’t keep you because we’ve both got clients, but is everything okay? In our meeting you made two veiled references to personal space and a couple of digs about your door always being open.”