"Miss Shire is taking advantage of the benefits that Director Benjamin brings her while coveting other people's husbands."
Lydia Shire trembled, her back stiffening as she leaned against the sofa.
But just a second later, she regained her composure: "I don't know what Mr. Cobb means by that."
"You don't? Well then," Amelia Cobb's voice was drawn out, followed by a snicker that seemed careless and nonchalant, "Just forget it. Miss Shire, just pretend I'm talking nonsense. After all, being a mistress interfering with someone else's marriage is not as easy as being a legitimate girlfriend."
"As for Christopher Robinson, he has a peculiar personality and doesn't like handouts."
There wasn't a single word in what Amelia said that was insulting to Lydia.
But there wasn't a single word that wasn't insulting either.
"Mr. Cobb, do you not think this weird behavior of yours will lower your own value when dealing with someone like me?"