“That’s enough. We’re leaving right fucking now.” “But—” “No.” He led us to the door in long, quick strides that had me struggling to keep up. “We’re done here.” “But dessert,” I whined. We were almost to the elevator when we heard, “Ralston, get your ass back here.” “Motherfuck,” he muttered. He cut a sidelong glance at me. “This will only take a minute.”
