Stella's smile widened.
"Ah, right. You not only slept with him, but you stole him... From his wife, from his daughter. Tsk, tsk... You really are a bad woman, Lana."
"Stop it!" Lana shouted, her voice rising with fury.
Lana stormed around the desk and lifted her hand high to slap Stella across the face.
But Stella didn't flinch. She stood her ground, chin tilted, her eyes gleaming with fire.
"Go ahead," she said coldly. "Hit me. Show everyone exactly what kind of woman you are."
Lana's hand hovered midair, trembling.
The slap that had been meant for Stella never landed. Her sharp, furious gaze shifted toward the doorway, only to freeze again.
Nearly the entire finance division was standing there, staring wide-eyed.
Some tried and failed to look busy. A few had their phones out, half-hidden behind folders or coffee mugs.
Lana's face was drained of color.
"What are you all doing here?" she snapped, her voice rising in panic. "Go back to work! Now!"
Nobody moved.
