When Erica heard the sound of the line cut in a single beep, the faked smile on her face slowly dropped.
She looked down at the phone screen, quietly memorizing the numbers on the screen when she heard a set of approaching footsteps before she quickly deleted the call history and kept Tristan's phone right where he'd left it.
The very moment she dropped his phone on the desk, Tristan walked out of the board room along with a line of investors he had been in a deep conversation with.
She had almost skipped coming with him to this business trip, almost.
