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Please say yes. I need my job. I need the money. I can’t go back to the way things were before.

Neil did that thing again—that unsettling gaze which felt like he was analysing me, making silent calculations.

Then he smirked.

Suddenly, I didn’t like my chances.

Chapter Ten

Iheld my breath, waiting for Neil’s answer.

He shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“Why not?” I shot back. “After all this, can’t you make an exception just this once?”

“It’s like you said. Anyone would have done the same.”

You bastard. Using my own words against me.

My blood boiled, and I teetered between wanting to yell and wanting to cry. The only thing stopping me was the other people in the room. All of them seemed to be watching us or pretending not to. I didn’t want to cause even more of a scene. “Okay. I’m leaving.” I was about to storm off, but at the last second I added, “At least let me know how Christine gets on,” which somewhat ruined the impact.

Neil answered with a terse nod.

I stepped away from him.

“Wait,” he said.

“What?” I asked without turning back.

“I’ll get Winston to give you a ride.”

I shook my head. “Don’t bother. I can walk home from here.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all your belongings are still at work, are they not?”

Shit. He had me there. My keys, wallet, HOP card—all of them were in my bag, which I had left under my desk at work. I couldn’t go home without them.

Neil took his phone out of his pocket and called someone. “Winston, bring the car to the door. Amelia needs a ride back to work and then her home.”

He ended the call as I stood there dumbly.

“Go,” he said.

I had no comeback. All I could do was obey.

Damn that smug bastard.

I walked off with my hands clenched into fists, following the exit signs until I wound up outside the building, gasping the fresh air free from the pervasive chemical tang.

Winston rolled up to the curb. He got out and opened the back door for me.

“Thanks. Actually, could I sit in the front, please?”

I didn’t want to treat him like a taxi driver, even if, in a way, that’s what he was.

“Of course.” He closed the back door and walked around to open the front passenger door.

I settled on the seat and pulled the belt on. The AC blew a light current of cool air in my direction. I breathed a heavy sigh.

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