She had just turned to leave when the door swung open. Brian stared at her, wide-eyed:
"Attorney Henson, what are you doing here?"
Bryce heard the commotion and stepped forward, reaching for her hand:
"Rosa, how long have you been standing there?"
Guilt flickered across both their faces, terrified she had overheard.
Rosamond forced the faintest trace of a smile:
"Just got here."
Bryce exhaled, the tension leaving his shoulders almost imperceptibly. He shot Brian a look. Brian caught it, nodded, and slipped out of the room.
Rosamond pretended she hadn't noticed the exchange. She let Bryce lead her by the hand into his office.
She looked at him, swallowing the storm raging inside her, and said quietly:
"I saw your interview this morning."
A flash of panic crossed Bryce's eyes, but he recovered quickly:
"I'm sorry, Rosa. I know you want to ask why I didn't speak up for you."
"The interview this morning was supposed to promote a company product. The whole thing caught me off guard. I didn't know how to respond without making it worse."
Rosamond cut him off. Her voice wavered:
"So you chose to say nothing at all?"