Adrenaline coursed through her, putting her feet into motion. Amelia dodged past him and ran out of the restroom and then his office, her thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour.
She had to get out of there.
She had to get her purse and her money and her cell phone and get the hell out.
"We need to talk."
There he was again, standing right in front of her, blocking her path into her office.
As though he'd simply vanished from where he'd been standing before and materialized in the doorway that she needed to get through now.
With a yelp of alarm, Amelia made a quick pivot and launched herself into the floors reception area. She grabbed the desk phone and punched one of the speed-dial numbers.
"This is not happening. This is not happening," she whispered under her breath, repeating t
