Tisha looked at Alex, then back at Heena, the mischief in her eyes now a cold, burning flame of triumph.
"Speaking of which..." She began, her voice dropping into a tone of theatrical incredulity. "Where exactly is that husband of yours, Heena?"
"Huh?" Heena stiffened, the name hitting her like a physical blow.
"Howard?" she managed, her professional mask flickering for a treacherous second.
She looked back at Tisha, seeing that sharp, mischievous smile, and a flicker of genuine panic flared in her eyes. Her fingers curled instinctively around the edge of her desk.
She couldn't understand what Tisha was playing at, or what that bastard was currently doing in the dark.
'Did he really not go to her?'
Before she could craft a dignified lie or a deflective remark, Tisha leaned in further, her eyes dancing with a cruel sort of playfulness.
