Chapter 3
“Stop panicking. See? I’m just a phone call away,” Samuel said as he stepped off the elevator on the twelfth floor, again feeling so damn uncomfortable, his cell phone to his ear, looking right and then left. “You can talk to me and get ready for the meeting at the same time.” His heartbeat had kicked up after the eight-block walk, and he had to remind himself that working up a sweat in a suit wasn’t ideal before meeting a client.
“Samuel, I’m not kidding,” Erin said over the phone. “If you’re late for this deposition, I will kill you. Because I will be the one looking like a fool with my head on the chopping block for the managing partners.”
He could hear something in her voice that he hadn’t heard before: fear. There was a click in the background and then quiet as if she had
