Page 5 of 12 Days

One of the eleven finally speaks up.

"Listen, Miss..." He looks over at Owen.

"Morrow. Alyssa Morrow."

"Listen, Alyssa, we’re in the middle of a meeting here. Maybe Owen would be so kind as to escort you to the waiting room next door. When we’re done with our meeting, we will answer any and all of your questions. How does that sound?"

I wordlessly nod in agreement. Owen opens the door for me, and I follow him to the waiting room, trying to sink within myself. This isn’t going at all as I planned. So much for being in charge here. It looks like these twelve men will be the ones calling the shots.

I’m so overwhelmed by these men. They’re so dominating, so controlling. I should hate it. I do hate it. Right?

Yes, I hate that. But I’m also feeling this unfamiliar draw to them. I don’t understand it. I have to get control of myself.

Owen leaves without a word, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen next.

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