"Look, I knew you'd be mad," he says, raising his hand in a placatory gesture. "But let me finish because I'm pretty sure you're going to like this last part."
"Oh, you think?" I bark at him. "Why is that? Because now at least we know that she's a fucking traitor?"
"No, no, no," he hurries to say, shaking his head. "Because she didn't take the bait."
I freeze, staring at him in disbelief. "What did you just say?"
"I just heard from my contact, the guy I hired," he says. "I mean, it didn't look like she was going to take it to begin with. When he first talked to her at that event, she basically told him to fuck off and leave her alone. But she appeared shocked and confused. The fact that she took his business card left us with a hint of doubt."
"She took his business card?"
"She did," Silas confirms. "But as it turns out, it was only to tell him to fuck off again and make it very clear that she was not interested. And this time, she was very firm about it."
We remain in a silent stare, Silas waiting for a reaction and me trying to process what he just told me.
"But... you never set her up in the first place?" I want to know. "You just sent this guy?"
He nods. "I don't know what else has been going on between you two, but all I can say is that she didn't bite. It didn't sound like she was considering it for even a second."
I huff. "Yet she waited until this morning to call him."
"To tell him again," Silas clarifies.
I turn away from him, sighing and rubbing my temples.
I need to go home. Right fucking now.