“Please, Ed,” she begs him, “don’t.”
She pulls her sweater back on as she races up to the front of the desk. She knew he knew the passwords.
“Edson!” He isn’t listening. “Please, please, please, stop.”
Then his face drops, and she watches in horror. It’s like seeing a train heading for a car full of people who can’t get out.
She knows when he gets to the part where Yohan throws her up against the wall because the color drains from his face. He slowly stands and walks toward the door.
She throws herself in front of it.
“Ed, please, I promise I’ll tell Nick. Just wait until after tomorrow.”
“Eloise, please move.” His tone is eerie.
She stares up at this 6’2” man who could easily pick her up and move her aside in the blink of an eye, but he doesn’t. He’s asking her to move. She p
