Dinner was out by the sea. I didn't change. I wore my linen shirt and cargo pants and sat at the far end of the table.
Arthur walked in, surrounded by executives. He was in a formal suit, but he was skin and bones.
His eyes cut right through the crowd and locked onto me.
I ignored him and ate my salad. He spent the whole dinner flanked by execs and security. He couldn't get near me.
His two hours were almost up. I left early and walked the gravel path back to my dorm.
I pulled out my key card. Footsteps echoed behind me.
Arthur stood a few yards away. Two armed guards trailed him, keeping a strict distance.
He stopped. His eyes slowly dropped to my slightly rounded belly.
"Elena," he rasped.
I turned around and looked at him.
"The company is gone. I'm a laughingstock..." He took
