Emily's POV
"Wait," his voice made me halt in my step and I watched as he walked closer, his treading feet resounded in the room. I thought I was wrong when I heard what he said. He wanted to have a word with me. Was that truly what he said? I parted my lips to speak, but no words came forth.
"I won't take much of your time," he said, which made me certain that I hadn't been wrong. However, that confirmation made me confused.
Why was he asking for an audience? Could it be about what happened that night? Perhaps he wanted payment for his help, that could only explain why he had entered the restroom earlier and even bothered to wait until I was done dressing.