He’s in my sights now, and there’s no escaping. And that’s why I need him to understand what he seemed to be struggling with last night when he so idiotically thought I was going to fire him. I lean into him until my shoulder is pressing against his. I whisper in his ear, “You do not get to leave.” I barely stop myself from adding, Ever. “Do you understand?” He swallows hard. He doesn’t answer me. “I need you to nod, at the very least.” Even that’s hard for him. His nod is a jerk of his chin, and I think he’s mostly doing it to make me leave him alone.
