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Where?
My mouth curves into a slow, dangerous smile.
Me:
End of the executive hallway.
Room 53-A.
The one with the tinted glass.
She types:
Ruby:
Why tinted?
I respond:
Jaxon:
Privacy.
A long pause.
Then:
Ruby:
Oh god.
I chuckle.
Me:
See you in fifteen, sweetheart.
RUBY
I stand outside the building, staring up at it like it’s about to swallow me.
“He said private conference room,” I whisper.
“He said tinted glass.”
“He said sweetheart.”
My stomach twists. My thighs clench. My heart tries to sprint away.
I take a deep breath.
Then another.
Then I walk inside.
The lift doors close behind me, sealing my fate.
I whisper:
