Zoe stood.
She picked up her bag. She walked to the door.
She had her hand on the handle when he spoke again.
"Miss Beckett."
She turned.
He was still looking at his document.
"Whatever he did," he said, "it must have been very bad. For a woman like you to walk in here the way you did."
He tapped his pen on the table, "I'm glad you did."
Zoe blinked.
Nathaniel Quest telling her he’s glad didn’t feel like a security blanket for her.
Or maybe her mind was still fixed on how she felt mentally concerning Nathaniel.
So, did that mean good?
Or was it a premonition for bad things, working with Nathaniel?
She swallowed the ten questions bubbling in the large pot lodged in her throat.
Instead, she turned her eyes away, hiding the anxiety in her eyes.
She walked out and closed the do
