I can see in her face that she doesn’t believe me, but she’s tootired to fight. She lets me lead her down the hall towards myoffice. On the way, I message down to the security desk.
“What will happen to him?” she whispers.
“Stan will pick him up,” I tell her, unlocking my office andshowing her inside. “It’s security’s job to deal with intruders.”
“And now, he’s been fired. Here, sit.” I push her down into theleather chair and grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge. Ipress it into her hand. “Drink.”
She does, her hands still shaking. She wipes her mouth andlooks up at me. Her hazel eyes are shimmering with unshed
tears. “How did you know to come?”
“I checked the security cameras,” I explain. “I don’t trustRoger. I was checking to make sure
