"Diana?" Eden calls out again.
He’s still standing out there like a forgotten statue, waiting for me to change my mind and open the door.
I can see him through the glass, his face is twisted into this look of pure confusion.
But I’m not moving an inch from here.
He intentionally locked me in and made me lose the promotion, and now he’s standing there acting like he’s the victim of this whole madness.
"Sweetheart, what’s really going on here? Just explain it to me," he demands. His voice sounds so innocent and small, which is very unlike him.
I snort out a laugh, totally amused.
I don't feel like laughing, but the irony is just too much.
"Don't 'sweetheart' me, Eden. I’m going upstairs now. If you care to come in, then use the window.”
I turn my back on him, ready to walk away, t
