Several photos of the woman, plus screenshots of her social media posts.
[Your blind idiot husband hired this little secretary. One look at her and you can tell exactly what she is!]
[You've been way too generous with him. He takes advantage of the fact that you never go to the office, and now he's keeping a mistress right under your nose?]
[Say the word and I'm there. We'll take them both apart.]
I texted her back right away.
[Relax. I'll handle it.]
I stepped out of the car and walked into the building, scrolling through the photos as I went.
Asher's last secretary had been a man. I had no idea when he'd been replaced by a fresh-faced young thing.
She was striking in the photos, no question. Exactly his type.
The receptionist spotted me and started to ask if I had an appointment, but a senior employee who happened to be passing by stopped her.
"Mrs... Ms. Pruitt is the closest person to Mr. Sanchez. She doesn't need an appointment."
She turned to me with a small smile. I could read the awkwardness behind it, and the sympathy she was trying to hide.
I gave her a nod of thanks.
Then I stepped into the elevator and went straight to the top floor.