“You’re the only one ruining anything here,” Jonathan spat, anger and betrayal swirling within. “You’d throw me to the wolves just to save your skin. I won’t let you.”
Jonathan’s heart raced as he contemplated his next move. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a shadow flickered at the door. He turned sharply, and there stood Sophie, her face pale, eyes wide with fear.
“I…I heard what you said.”
His thoughts raced. She had been in the office? Why was she here? It suddenly felt as if the walls were closing in. Did Marcus know she was there? Jonathan met her gaze, searching for reassurance.
Marcus glanced at her and then back at Jonathan, a smirk creeping across his face like the dawn of a terrible plan. “Looks like you have an audience, Jonathan. I wonder what she’ll say to the higher-ups when she spills what she just overheard.”
