Chapter 57: Date Me
Back then...
Matthew
My brain short-circuits. I stare at Sarah, then at Mr. Wilson, my mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.
"I need some air," I finally manage, rising to my feet so quickly that my chair nearly topples backward. "Excuse me."
I don’t wait for permission. I stride out of the office, my footsteps echoing on the polished floor. I make my way to the elevator, jabbing at the button repeatedly.
When the doors finally slide open, I step inside and lean against the wall, exhaling a shaky breath. What just happened? How did I go from potentially being fired to apparently dating the boss’s daughter?
The elevator doors open at the lobby, and I walk straight out of the building, loosening my tie as I gulp down fresh air. My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Sarah: Meet me at the park across the street in 10 minutes. We need to talk.
I stare at the message, my thumb hovering over the screen. Every instinct tells me to ignore it, to walk away, to call Amanda and beg her to listen. But I need answers.
Ten minutes later, I find Sarah sitting on a bench beneath a sprawling oak tree, her hair catching the sunlight. She looks up as I approach.
"What the hell was that?" I demand, not bothering with pleasantries.