s than two feet

yes lingering on her black suit.

in the quiet lobby. "The little greenhouse flow

by stopped and turned their he

right into his eyes. "That hard dr

ickly. He leaned in closer. "I helped writ

Kegan is going to be dead in a week anyway. That comp

kwave of despair through Ansley's ches

e," she pleaded, her vo

disgust. "Watch me." He took a step f

ard against the solid marble of the front desk. The breath was

Ansley by both arms, their thick fingers digging into

d at the receptionist. "This crazy

eady met with the director. The contract is mine. Take your litt

ward. Pure panic set in. She was losing Kegan's only hope. In a

e go!" she

ance to wrench her arm free. She didn't think; she just reacted. She lunged over the cou

screamed, reaching for

hed in the four-digit extension she had memorized from a leaked corporat

oor. The C

fore a deep, icy male voice an

u calling? God? You think crying o

ist, ready to hurl her to the pavement. She pressed the re

raw terror but laced with an undeniable desperation. "Please... tel

ames left her mout

her. Their hands hovered in the ai

k from the phone like it was on fire

the building knew the weight of the Holcomb and Wood

ne, the icy voice paused f

one had completely changed. It

e, Miss Holcomb. I am c

nto the desk. She shrank back against the marble counter, her

o sound came out. He looked