Anne Moore
"Anne, let’s go," Andrew said as he grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the scene.
"Let go of me, Andrew," I mutter through clenched teeth, but he drags me toward the executive elevator. We both enter, and I try to leave, but he presses me against the wall, holding me just inches away from him.
"I’m not letting go," he said firmly.
I lock eyes with his blue ones, and I lose myself in them.
"She started it," I say, still irritated.
He looks at me in a way I can’t quite figure out. The elevator arrives at his floor, and soon we’re in his office. I’ve been sitting on the sofa for just a few seconds while Andrew took his place in his chair.
Greta knocks, asking permission to enter, and Andrew grants it. She places a box on his desk and leaves.
Andrew stands up, grabs some r
