POV: Kesley

The bathroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly the world contracted to the size of a coat closet.

Leo's chest pressed against my back, my palms flat against the cool tile wall, and the muffled sound of Janine's voice filtering through two doors.

“Ma’am Kesley... Are you in there?

Is that you in there or I should call security?” she asked.

"In a meeting," I heard myself call out, my voice pitched to carry.

"Conference call. Give me ten minutes." I called back to her.

"Take your time, honey!" Janine's nasal drawl was maddeningly cheerful.

"I'll just wait out here. I need to talk to you about...