Renee could feel herself getting more and more pissed.
“I’m late, and my boss is a fuckhead looking for any excuse to fire me. Please, let me through,” she protested.
“Ma’am, this isn’t a joke. Step back, or we’ll have to detain you.”
Renee took a step back and sighed with defeat. She looked around, scanning the chaos that swarmed around her. Flashing blue and red lights, concerned voices gossiping about the possibilities, the press trying their luck with the next biggest scoop, cops as far as the eye could see.
She spotted Silas by the side entrance, hiding from reporters, phone pressed to his ear. He looked pale, shaken, and almost sad. She’d never seen him look like that in the six years of knowing him.
“Silas!” she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Silas, what the f*
