So at six o’clock, when I’m about to shut down for the night, I pack up with one intent only—to find Bella and convince her that the two of us belong together.
I step out into the hall and see the light in her office is still on.
I think it’s my lucky day.
Until a bloodcurdling scream comes from the other side of her office door. I turn the knob to find it locked.
Another scream echoes out, and my gut sinks. I need to get in there.
I kick the door.
Once.
Twice.
Sweat pours from my face and I strip off my suit jacket, throwing it on the floor.
I kick the door again.
And again.
And again.
“Bella!” I yell.
“Bella!”
“Bella!”
Kick.
Kick.
Kick.
Finally the wood splinters by the doorjamb and the door bursts open, but what I find almost brings me to my knees.