He turned away from me, toward the window. I blinked back more tears that threatened to overflow. I got up and headed to the bathroom, not trusting myself to sit beside him any longer. I slid the bathroom door shut and locked it, sliding to the floor and curling up in a ball. I ignored the uncomfortably small and hard atmosphere that surrounded me and tried to make myself focus. I needed to be prepared for what I was about to face.
Lambecky would be easy. He was the one who’d given me my job in the first place. He’d always had a soft spot for me, which, to be honest, kind of freaked me out. I didn’t know him that well, but I knew enough to get myself out of that trouble.
Keen would probably murder me. I shuddered slightly, thinking of his expression the one time I’d seen him. This was not going to be fun.
I wasn’t sure I could handle this. Not on top of everything else. I wrapped my arms around my shins, pushing my head into my knees in the fetal position. And I tried to think.