But what happened next was worse. It was Friday. Everyone had already gone home. It was around seven when William
stepped out of his office.
“Emily. Come in.”
I picked up my notebook.
“You won’t need that.”
His voice was lower than usual. I walked inside. He waited until I passed him.
Then he closed the door. And turned the lock. My heart started pounding.
“Mr. Harris, why are you locking the door?”
He didn’t answer. He walked to a cabinet, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a large black envelope. Then he looked
at me.
“From this moment on, you tell no one anything.”
That was the moment I became genuinely afraid.
“What does that mean?”
He walked toward the desk.
“Sit down.”
“I’d rather stand.”
“From this moment on, you tell no one anything.”
That was the moment I became genuinely afraid.
“What does that mean?”
