Another pair, just to the right of the first. Then another, and another. His heart began to pound as he watched the semicircle of staring eyes. Were they coming closer? He touched the wood of its frame and steadied himself. Then he was inside, closing the door behind him and throwing the bolt. He paused again, listening. He could hear nothing, but could sense them moving closer to the house, surrounding him. The eyes were still there, watching him, fixed on him.
A sound. A soft, scratching sound, as if someone had crept onto his front porch. He froze, the icy chill of panic creeping up his back. It was Jonas. And tonight it was going to happen. Copyright Disclaimer: This site does not store any files on its server.
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Probably not. Besides, he already knew what was in the report It was one more merger proposal, one more report on a small company that was eagerly waiting to be swallowed up by a larger one with all the executives of the former taking a profit on the sale, then going to work for the latter at twice the salaries they had been earning before.
Under ordinary circumstances he would have relished the challenge. Today his concentration was shot. Nothing would come from wading through the charts and profit projections one more time. He put the report aside and swiveled his chair around, but even the view of the soft spring morning beyond the windows did nothing to change the bleakness of his mood.
Until nine days ago, his life had been nearly perfect. A wife he loved, children he adored, work he enjoyed. An image of Jason came into his mind, and for a moment a hint of a smile played around his lips.
But then the smile faded. Steve shook himself, banishing from his consciousness the half-formed thought that had flashed through his mind. The thought, he told himself, had nothing to do with Jason. Rather, it had come from Sally, and her growing obsession that something had been wrong with Julie.
That obsession was spreading like a disease to include Jason as well. Arthur Wiseman grinned at Steve and gestured toward the empty seat in front of his desk. If it is, let me assure you that you have nothing at all to fear.
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