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“Not possible.” I stop directly in front of her.
“I don’t like you,” she states heatedly.
I lean close to her ear. “Is this any way to speak to the man who holds your future in his hands?”
Her eyes turn hot again and she slices me with a glare.
I walk past her to hide my amusement. “Come with me. We will start with a tour.”
She hardly seems enthused to follow me outside, but she bites down on her bottom lip and keeps a few paces behind.
The receptionist jumps to her feet when I leave my office.
“Mr. Sazuki, would you like me to…”
“It is okay, Yumi. I will lead Miss Williams’ tour.”
She dips her head and returns to her station.
I gesture to the cubicles upstairs. “This is the administration department. Since we rent out the concert hall, a small team is responsible for event scheduling, keeping accounts, and coordinating with the city.”
“Is the concert hall right downstairs?” Dejonae asks, sounding slightly intrigued.
I glance over my shoulder. “I will show you.”
She follows me into the elevator and stays all the way on the other side. Despite the distance, I am keenly aware of her. The way she worries her bottom lip. The way she grips her purse. The way she tries hard not to look at me.
Her perfume rides the air, filling my stomach with a strange, tumultuous feeling.
I am glad when the doors open and I can stumble out.
Dejonae disembarks more slowly, her eyes darting all around the hallway. “There are so many signs.”
“To make the venue more accessible.” I sweep my arm to the right. “The concert hall is right up those stairs. The practice rooms are to the left.”
A man exits a practice room and walks in our direction. He stops when he sees me and a shocked look crosses his face. I assume he is another fan and prepare myself for the usual exclamations, questions and requests for pictures.
But when we get closer, I realize his eyes are not on me.
“Dejonae?” The man gasps.
Miss Williams stops in her tracks. Her body tenses. “Jordan?”
“Do you know him?” I ask, feeling strangely possessive.
“Doyouknow him?” she whispers back.
I notice the badge on his shirt and remember that we’d recently hired an on-staff sign language interpreter.
Looking down at Dejonae, I say, “He is the newest member of our staff.”
She looks back up at me and hisses, “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
CHAPTER5
THE MONSTER HOUSE
DEJONAE
