Chapter Twenty-Two:
Nick looked into Inga’s menacing eyes and his pores opened up. “You wouldn’t...”
“Move.” And she reached for the top button.
He panicked. Nick pushed the chair back and stumbled out from behind the desk. Two quick strides and he stood in front of Inga’s chair, looking down into eyes filled with malice. “Please Inga,” he tried again. “This is a really, really bad idea and you’re going to get me into...”
“Shut up,” she snapped, and leaning back in the chair, she uncurled her legs and re-positioned her feet on the carpet. Inga widened her knees. “Now. Do as you’re told and don’t you dare disappoint me.”
It’s all gone, he thought. His marriage, his wife, the house, his self-respect, his money, his job. “Yes,” he said simply, the word sounding hollow inside his head.
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