“Marcia uses her ex-husband’s name and we don’t make an issue out of our relationship,” he said evenly. “It’s no big deal.”
“To you it’s not. I get no say. Is that correct?”
“About this, no. It’s not relevant. Go ahead,” he said when silence reigned. “You know you want to bite my head off. Just get it over with.”
“No point. I understand perfectly. Keeping secrets is another way of holding on to control. If you’re the one with all the cards, you’re the one who wins. If anyone’s still playing.”
Startled at the accuracy of the jab, he started to rise as she closed the door behind her. She didn’t slam it, but the echo reverberated just the same.
Spencer stared at the lunch sack on his desk. Great. How many more ways could he fuck up in one day?
He turned back to his email. He was about to find out.