Erik waited for Bill to turn around, expecting at least a smile. Instead, Bill seemed shocked, which quickly turned to anger.
“Why are you here? You couldn’t find somewhere else to settle, so you decided to come back and play games with me, again?”
“No,” Erik protested. “No. Not at all. I…Damn it, Bill…” He stepped back, glaring at the people, most of whom he didn’t know, who were watching them. “Can we go somewhere more private?”
For what seemed an eternity to Erik, Bill did nothing. Then he got up, stalking out of the room and down the hall to his office.
Erik was right behind him, closing the door then leaning against it. He tried to find the right words to say. Words to dispel the pain in Bill’s eyes. All he could think was to plead softly, “Give me another chance. Please.”
“Why?”
