The threat hung in the air, heavy and brutal. It wasn't a corporate threat. It was a physical one.
Natalie gasped, her hand flying to her throat. She looked at David, her eyes wide with terror.
"David!" she squeaked. "Do something! He threatened me!"
David looked at Andy. He saw the man who controlled his paycheck, his career, and currently, his fear response. David swallowed hard, looked at his shoes, and took a distinct step away from his new wife.
"I... Mr. Finch is just... joking, Nat," David mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes.
Natalie whipped her head around to look at her father, Richard. "Dad!"
Richard Sterling, who had been blustering about his importance all evening, suddenly found his cigar very interesting. He coughed, turning his back to the confrontation. "Big men talkin
