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"Please, Mr. Holbrook. Don’t do this. I’ve worked for your family for fifteen years."
Anna’s voice was tight, her eyes red and puffy.
It was almost nine when I walked into the kitchen. The sun was out, sky bright blue, a sharp contrast to the few orange leaves still clinging to the trees in the Park. I’d stalled in my room, figured Asher was already gone for work. I was wrong.
Anna was slumped against the counter, her face as pale as paper. Her hands were balled up around her brown sweater, like it was the only thing keeping her together.
Asher stood in front of her, arms crossed, expression blank. He looked exactly as he had the first time we met. Full CEO mode.
There was a bowl of batter behind her, still sitting by the stove. She must’ve been halfway through making pancakes.
