The Pawn 2

Fear crept back into my chest as I realized he might try to hold me hostage and demand a ransom. And I know for one that Mr. Laforteza wouldn't lift a finger, let alone pay a dime, to save me.

"You can go," the man said, snapping me back to reality. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Talk tomorrow? Fat chance, I thought, as I made a hasty retreat without looking back. 

But something about the way he watched me sprint out of the building, a knowing smirk still plastered on his face, left me unsettled.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing, and cleared my throat, fighting to compose myself. One lesson I'd learned in law school was to never show fear, to maintain a poker face no matter the circumstances. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

But my bravado was short-lived. Panic set in, and I mentally threw in the towel. 'Nah, screw this,' I thought, as I frantically banged on the door, screaming for help.