XXVIII

• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 261-269

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M    when I walked out of conference room

23A. I felt like I’d just been dangled over a balcony with my life on

the line, only to be snatched back at the moment when I was about

to fall. I’d survived. Barely.

“Mac, there’s . . . there’s someone in there,” Rita stammered as I

passed by her cubicle, but my dazed mind didn’t catch up to what

she’d said until I walked into my oce and saw him standing there,

leaning up against my book shelves like he somehow belonged here.

“What are you doing here?” I faltered.

“Mac,” Jason began, a pained expression on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I repeated with more force in my

voice, surprising both of us. I always knew that this moment had to

come at some point. Since the Sarah incident, I’d somehow managed

to avoid being face to face with Jason. It really hadn’t required any

eort, being that I was practically living in the war room, arriving

at the oce and leaving at times most people reserved for sleeping.

He could’ve switched jobs sometime in the past three months and I

would’ve had no idea. Unfortunately for me, he hadn’t.

“You okay in there, Mac?” Rita peered in.

I nodded. I’d just gone toe to toe with Mr. Clean. I could handle

this.

“I need to talk to you,” Jason whispered, stepping around me and

pushing my oce door shut.

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