I instructed my team to keep digging.
The moment I hung up, I spotted Eleanor's latest social media post.
In the photo, the two of them were pressed together in a slow, grinding dance, barely dressed, a cruise ship and bright blue sky stretching out behind them. If you looked closely enough, you could see that Damian was visibly aroused. Eleanor, meanwhile, wore a soft, coy smile without a hint of embarrassment. If anything, there was a teasing little pout mixed in.
The kind of closeness that spoke for itself.
Her caption read: "Grateful for my boss who treats me like a little sister, every single day."
I screenshotted it, saved it, and went back to the financial report.
Beyond the condoms, I found that Damian had also purchased several luxury items, all marked as "client gifts."
Before today, if I'd interrupted him during a business meeting and he'd snapped at me, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.
But now I had sent him a photo that practically screamed suspicion, and he hadn't offered a single word of explanation.
Was he really meeting with clients out there, or was he keeping his secretary entertained?
The answer was obvious.
That was when Damian called back.