The Billionaire And I (Part Two) - Plot & Excerpts
The building was was imposing in the daylight but tonight it was infinitely more so, dozens of floors stretching to the sky like tombstones. The thing that went bump in the night was us—and the other staff members Jacob called in for the emergency meeting. The lobby was quiet, the only sound the soft croon of the easy listening music that floated across the room. Bernie, one of the night security guards that almost always caught me on those evenings when my nose was to the grindstone, was perched behind the desk. He popped out of his seat when he saw us, touching the rim of his ball cap. “Good evening, folks,” he dipped his head in acknowledgement. The smile I had ready to go stalled before it reached my lips. Bernie didn’t dip his head in acknowledgement. Bernie was a hugger. And he always had a smile or joke to share before I could even whip out a smile of my own. His eyes weren’t twinkling with kindness. There was a hollowness there now. Pity when his shadowed gaze met mine, condemnation when he met Jacob’s.
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