Valkor
I had followed her.
I knew I should not have. I had stood in the boardroom for thirty seconds after the door clicked shut behind her, watching the space where she had been standing, and I had told myself to sit down. To open my laptop. To get back to work.
Then I had followed her anyway.
The hallway outside the executive restrooms was empty. Good. I pressed my palm flat against the door and pushed it open without knocking.
She was at the sink. Her fingers were wrapped around the edge of it and her back was to me, and she was very still. Like she had known I was coming and had chosen not to run.
Smart girl.
I stepped inside and let the door fall shut behind me. I reached back and pressed the lock without looking away from her.
She still did not turn around. But I saw her shou
