There was an unpleasant atmosphere in the firm. The orchestra of clicking keyboards and humming printers did little to distract me from the watchful eyes that lurked all around. I hadn’t had a moment of peace since my name came to be associated with Timothy’s.
I sat at my desk, poring over a stack of legal documents, my fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard. I was still waiting for Bruce to send over the location, and just the suspense was tying my stomach into
knots. He was expecting my body as compensation this time, and while I didn’t intend on letting him get that far, the threat was still there.
He’d been capable of stabbing Timothy just out of desperation, which increased my unease at letting him get involved. Timothy had caused me a lot of pain, but I couldn’t stomach the ide
