Maybe I should beg him to forgive my error. Beg him to turn a blind eye and not let Janet know what a fuckup I made.
Maybe I should beg full stop.
I’d beg for anything from him.
I shrink into the door, my cap low and shoulders hunched, as though being small is going to save me. But weirdly, as my breath comes out ragged and my knees feel all weird and wobbly, it does.
He stops.
Stares.
I feel his eyes burning as mine stare at the handset lolling in his hand, the call still active. His hands are big. Long fingers. I can’t raise my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Mr Henley, sir,” I whisper, clutching my armful of products like a shield. “I thought… it said the room would be…”
“Empty,” he finishes. “Yes. I’ll be out of your way shortly.”
The handset rises to his ear and my eyes follow, and he g
