I couldn't tell anymore.
"Have you kissed her?"
"No."
"Outside staged Halloween pictures?"
He looked offended.
"No."
"Do you love her?"
"No."
"Then why did you tell everyone she was your wife?"
His jaw tightened. "I didn't."
I slapped the LinkedIn printout onto the table.
Daniel and wife Melissa.
He stared at it.
"That wasn't me who wrote that."
"You liked the post."
He looked up.
"I didn't notice the caption."
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't insult me while explaining how you already insulted me."
He went quiet.
I said, "Start at the beginning."
He exhaled.
Then told me something I wasn't prepared for.
Four months earlier, when Daniel joined the company, he had lied during his hiring process.
Not about qualifications. Not about employment history.
About me.
His new boss, Martin, was apparently very family-oriented.
Married for 30 years.
Talked constantly about spouses.
During one of Daniel's final interviews, Martin asked whether Daniel's wife worked.
