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Chancellor Brand up, droning on and on about how wonderful the new world order was and how much of a difference Brand’s administration has made for our country. What is wrong with him, besides the obvious, and what do I have coming to me tonight? Oh God, I have to get out of here. This is not good, this is not good.
    My palms are sweaty and my hands are red from gripping them so hard, Reece clearing his throat interrupts my outrage. I turn to him and notice that his brows are furled. He is angry with me—maybe for the words we exchanged earlier, maybe for something else—and I am embarrassed suddenly to think that he may have witnessed the scene with my husband a few minutes ago. How long have I been standing outside? I don’t know. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I go to climb into the car and Reece grabs my hand, softly for someone who is angry. I squeeze his hand, trying to silently make peace with him. The events of the night are not his fault; he is just a regular guy, trying to do his job.
    I look up to catch his eye and offer an apology and for a moment, I am staring at James, with the same kind expression on his face and crinkles at his eyes as he gives me a sympathetic smile. Then I blink and it is Reece again. As if this night couldn’t get any weirder, my eyes are playing tricks on me, too. Reece, however, seems to have decided to be friendly again, and he smirks as he helps me into the car and we set off back towards the Donovan Brand estate. Yay.
    Only…no, we’re not. “Umm, this way will take you deeper into the city. You needed to take a left at the last light and get back on the freeway towards the suburbs. If you take the next left, you can circle around and get back on the right road.”
    “I’m going the right way,” Reece responds, carelessly. “Don’t worry; I’m taking you exactly where you need to go.” He looks at me through the rear-view mirror and winks. I want to reach over the seat, grab him by the back of the head and knock some sense into him. I’m not one for violence, but I’d rather he learn from my fists than Donovan’s hired thugs. He can’t mess around with things like this. I need to get home now. I am practically on the clock as I am sure the eyes in Donovan’s staff will be reporting what time I returned and what condition I was in when I did.
    Instead, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. I need to get the point across in a way that will scare Reece because he obviously doesn’t have the healthy amount of fear for his employer that he should. “Listen, you’re new and so you probably don’t understand the kind of danger you’re in. I don’t know if you witnessed my husband’s little episode outside of the hotel, but that is nothing. He’s not afraid of employing torture on his staff, he is not afraid of reprisal from the authorities, and most importantly, he is not afraid of making an example of you to any and every one he may decide to hire in the future. He will kill you or worse, and believe me, with him there is a level much worse than death. So please, just turn around and take me home. I can’t control what he does to you, for goodness’ sake, I can’t control what he does to anyone, including myself.”
    “I’m touched that you are worried for my wellbeing, Ophelia Fay, but I am not taking you back to that house. Not now, not ever. Nope, you and I are going somewhere else to see someone else. If I were you, I would be more worried about the monster you will deal with there than the one you have at home. I’ve already told you too much and we don’t want you to know where we are going, so, I’m sorry to do this to you, but you’re going to take a little catnap now. Repose .”
    He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth, and I was still stuck on why he called me by my maiden name when I felt the deep pull of slumber come upon me. Everything went black.

It’s the last week of finals and in a couple of days, I’ll be