Chapter Six
Three days later
Emily’s day at the institute went easily by until midday when she expected Justin for lunch. She thought they’d eat at Lagerfields, but he had other ideas.
“em,” he nodded like one of the starched professors from the university who came to gather data.
“Yes, sir,” she answered quietly—there were people around.
“Give me your purse.”
She looked at him nonplused, and when he didn’t explain, she reached for her desk drawer and withdrew the black leather bag. The room cleared of people in the interim and he spoke his mind, laying out instructions it took some will to remember well.
“I’ll be keeping this, your identification, your credit cards, and will give you cash when you need it along with appropriate instructions. As long as you’re still employed, I’
