Fiona
My eyes fly to the door, but there’s no escape unless I go through Jack. Maybe I should’ve eaten with Ethan. Anything would be better than Jack showing up. In fact, he shouldn’t even be in this building.
“What are you doing here, Jack?” I demand, putting as much confidence into my voice, like how Ethan sounds when he’s ordering people around. I know I don’t sound like him, but it’s worth a try.
Jack tilts his head, smirking.
“Can’t I come visit my wife at work?”
“Your wife?” I scoff. “What are you really doing here? Don’t you have work to be doing?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. It doesn’t do anything, but having my arms in front of me makes me feel a bit better somehow.
I don’t know what kind of game he’s trying to play, but I’m not in the mood. The last thing I
