Page 103 of Their Arrangement
I wiped my palms down the sides of my skirt. The red one.Tight. High-waisted. The one Wolfe didn’t tell me to wear—but I knew he’d notice if I did.
I shifted in my seat. My thighs rubbed together, bare under the desk. He hadn’t said anything about panties this morning. So I wore them.
But I thought about not.
God, I thought about not.
The silence cracked.
The copier powered down three rooms over. No one had used it in hours.
I froze.
My eyes flicked to the hallway. Nothing.
No shadows.
No footsteps.
Just stillness.
I shook my head and looked back at the screen. Shifted my weight. Reached for my pen?—
Ding.
The elevator.
I stopped breathing.
My chest rose once. Shallow. Again. I listened.
The doors opened.
Hiss.
Silence.
No footsteps.
No voice.
No one came out.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the desk.
Still nothing.
The elevator doors hissed shut again.
I blinked.
“You’re being paranoid,” I whispered.
But the air didn’t agree.
The air feltwatched.
My hands shook.
