Dead Serious(82)By: C.M. Stunich
I turn away and look out the window, across the bay and the blanket of fog that suffocates this city like a noose. I resist the urge to lift my hands, like I did when I was a child, press them against the glass and close my eyes. Instead, I glance over my shoulder at Olivia. She doesn't flinch, doesn't look away. I smile and turn back towards the window.
“You'll have dinner with me tonight or you'll start looking for a new job in the morning.”
I expect laughter, a snide remark, something, anything other than the sound of my office doors slamming shut behind her.