One Sentence Across the Table

is it?”

Mr. Holloway never answered her.

Instead…

He walked around the table.

Stopped beside my chair.

Extended his hand with unmistakable respect.

“Ms. Mitchell…”

“I’ve spent the last six months trying to schedule a meeting with you.”

Rebecca’s fork slipped from her fingers.

Her face instantly lost every trace of color.

The room became perfectly still.

Then continue reading …