BETTY
I hadn't expected to see Adam when I entered the crimson.
I didn't even know why I agreed to meet up. Maybe because I thought it would be quick, civil, the one-eyed man I’d expected to meet would tell me why he was doing this and I would negotiate, or maybe call Dwight right after the meeting. But the moment my gaze landed on Adam, the way he sat down there looking up at me, a smirk tugging at his lips, old wounds began to reopen.
I had brief flashbacks making me freeze.
“Hello, it is such a pleasure to see you again,” he began, his tone laced with false softness, then he motioned to the chair across from him, “Please…sit.”
I purse my lips, my gaze darting across the almost empty restaurant, I’m hesitant, I might just walk away but my legs don’t move. Maybe it’s the shock of
