The tension in the room was thick. Jazmine and Tazanna frowned, looking at each other as the two men moved to put themselves between the door and them.
A knock came again, this time a little louder, “Ms. William? Are you in there?”
Tazanna stood up and started walking toward the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Javier asked, his voice hard. He, too, had stood up. He moved to Tazanna, taking her arm, and stopping her from moving.
“To open the door, of course,” Tazanna replied. She glanced at the hand that was holding her, before moving her gray eyes to those similar to hers, “and I would advise you to let go of my arm.”
“It might be dangerous for you to do that,” Javier stated, loosening his grip but not letting her go.
Tazanna pulled her arm with a little force from Javier, her anger
