“Yes ma’am,” he replied while standing and turning to leave. She followed, then hurried off to a meeting with a notebook in her hand.
The day passed. Brian poured himself into his work like a madman while his thoughts raced around in his head. Over and over he tried to put his mind in order and forget about what was coming but to no avail. After five pm the place began to thin out as people wen home. By seven the second floor was completely empty.
Roya entered the room, looking haggard from a day of meetings. At the sight of here, Brian’s heart began beating more rapidly and that cold sinking feeling returned.
“Just give me a moment, Brian,” she said as she headed for her door. “And please lock our door.”