His hands disappeared under the table just as everyone else started in on their food. I picked up my fork, moving the potatoes and peas around, my stomach a ball of knots and blades. I wanted to storm Nexcom’s offices, hoist Daniel to his feet before laying my fists into him, consequences be damned. Instead, I focused on what I could do to help Jasper right then, and discreetly slid the hand closest to him under the table, searching out his fingers, then hooking my pinky around his and squeezed. A ghost of a gloomy smile played around his lips, and with a sigh, he rolled his shoulders back,
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