“I... Uh… okay,” Justin muttered, bowing out.
But he had barely reached the hallway when his steps faltered. Striding toward him was none other than Mr. Williams Cavanaugh himself, flanked by two men in smart suits. Justin’s blood ran cold.
“Oh holy God,” he whispered. “My prophecy has come true.”
Did the man recognize him? He couldn't tell from the blank expression.
"Good day, sir," he greeted with forced cheerfulness, but received only a curt nod in response.
His mind raced while his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Sweat prickled at his hairline as he weighed his options. Should he contact Jordan? No.There was not enough time to do that. The very thought of Jordan's reaction made his stomach clench with dread.
He darted forward, intercepting them before they could go forward. "Goo
