Cautiously, Grant edged past David
and into the conference room. David pulled the door closed behind them as Grant tried to walk nonchalantly over to the window, thereby putting the table between them. He wasn’t sure how angry David was, but the fact David was angry at all scared Grant plenty.
He tried for conversational. “Not much of a view.”
David ignored it. “Andra has no choice in how she does her work or who she helps.”
The barely suppressed fury in David’s voice caused Grant to grimace. Reluctantly he turned to face David and saw that David was shaking.
“I know. I’m sorry. I was out of line.”
But David had closed his eyes and was now taking many slow, deep breaths.
“Are you all right?” Grant asked.
“It’s the key,” David said without opening his eyes. “If she’d just give it back to me . . .”
Grant hesitated, fleetingly wondering whether he could slip out the door and leave David to whatever was happening, but David was pretty much squarely planted in front of the exit. “Um . . . She stole your keys?”
The eyes opened, and for a moment Grant thought he saw something dark swim through them. Then David shook his head as if shaking off an unwanted thought. “She’s leaving for Michigan tomorrow.”
Grant felt momentarily paralyzed, unsure whether the gentlemanly thing to do was to pursue the dialogue thus giving David an outlet or else change the subject entirely. Maybe say nothing? But his curiosity got the better of him. “And she’s taking your keys?”
David looked at him as if he’d gone mad. And Grant began to think David Styles was nearing a breakdown.
Wondering about my A to Z theme? It’s explained here. And remember: these scenes aren’t necessarily in chronological order!