Cody didn't say anything. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, as if asking me what I wanted to do.
"Mr. McMillan," I said, my voice husky. "I, uh, I'm..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I was too shocked to speak.
"Sir," said Cody, interrupting me.
Rye looked at Cody, and then looked at me. "What happened, Emily?" he asked. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm fine, I'm okay now," I said, stuttering.
Rye frowned. "You're not hurt?" he asked, as he looked at me. "I was told that you were assaulted, Emily. Where is the bastard?"
"I'm sorry, Sir," Cody interrupted. "The assailant was already apprehended. Emily and I filed charges already and we were just heading to the parking lot."
My mind was whirling as I listened to Rye and Cody's exchange. Cody was still my boss, I thought. And
