The sun filtered gently through the tall windows, washing the hallways of the mansion in golden light. Lucy adjusted the belt of her robe, her bare feet making soft sounds against the marble floor as she padded toward the one place she’d never dared go before on her own, Barry’s office.
She had no idea what she was thinking. Maybe she wasn’t thinking at all.
But last night kept replaying in her head like a broken record, the restaurant, his hand stopping that man’s filthy touch, the sharp look Barry gave after, the way he held her arm just a little longer than he should have.
She needed to stop overthinking. All she really wanted was her phone back. That’s it.
As she neared the door, voices spilled out faintly. She paused.
“…Yes, sir. We’ve doubled the rotation at the south gate. No o
