I looked down and saw Claire’s name on the screen.
I ignored the call, but a second later another message appeared:
“What are you doing having lunch with Mark?”
I looked across the table at Mark, and he gave a small knowing smile, as if he had been expecting exactly this situation.
That was when two things became clear to me at the same time.
First, Claire was definitely watching me somehow—either someone from the office had seen me or she had tracked down where I was.
Second, she wasn’t confused.
She was panicking.
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