“I think it’s best we talk in my office about what you did.” He says, nodding his head towards the door. My heart slams against my ribs like a drum, vibrating through my body as anxiety floods my bloodstream, a cold sweat breaking out across my back.
Tomas shuts the door behind us, gesturing for me to sit with a wave of his hand. It felt a little dismissive, but my brain is reeling and I can’t think straight.
It feels like everyone is staring at me through the walls, as if my life were broadcasted on live television right this moment.
“I’ve heard some disturbing things…very terrifying stuff.” Tomas says, sinking into his chair with absolute grace.
“Like what?” I ask through gritted teeth. I hate how he’s dancing around the subject, as if dragging this out just to torture me.
“I’ve
