If she walked out now, she realized, it was all over for her. The nasty creep really meant it. On Monday, she would be facing the music big time. Of that, she was in little doubt. She thought about how shocked and hurt Brian would be, not to mention the employees huddled in whispering groups as she was led away in cuffs.
Henry was now tapping away at his laptop, seemingly oblivious to her presence.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“E-mails,” he said. “I’m uploading your files.”
Even though she had this axe hanging over her, Kristin had somehow believed that she might get a stay of execution, a time-lapse during which she could negotiate. But the clock had stopped ticking. It was happening now!
“I’ll do it!” she said, the words coming out in a rush.
Henry looked up at her.
“Pardon me
