"Where do you think you're going?" he suddenly asked in that paralyzing tone. "My secretary said you were looking for me. What for?"
"For… nothing," I stammered nervously. It was obvious he unsettled me, though not in a good way. No, with Arthur, my body sometimes didn’t even respond.
"Sit down," he ordered calmly, and I assumed that would be his only warning before he raised his voice. Swallowing hard, I obeyed, sitting back in the same chair I had occupied before his arrival. To gather some courage, I took a sip of the orange soda Ethan had offered earlier, but it failed to refresh me.
"Now tell me. What are you doing here? And you’d better tell the truth. You know I don’t tolerate lies."
I watched him loosen the knot of his tie, as though he’d had enough of enduring a noose arou
