She leaned close, murmuring, "Do you see anything that might help?" I turned my head and our eyes met.She leaned close, murmuring, "Do you see anything that might help?" I turned my head and our eyes met. What the hell, I could use a snack. "Come to my office. We can call for a locksmith from there." "I don... yes," she answered. Her intended refusal died as a desire to agree with me filled her mind. Our eyes were locked. Her arms fell limply by her side. Her shoulder bag clattered to the ground. I picked it up, handed it to her, and turned to go back to the office. She followed silently. The security guard wasn't in sight as we went in, and I took the woman straight to my office. |