"Fine. I'll go home tonight, just like you wanted."
"And you. Stay here and think about what you've done."
He confiscated my phone and dragged me into the break room.
The cramped space still reeked of what he and Fay had done in there. I choked back the acid rising in my throat and begged.
"Lionel, don't leave me in here. You know I have—"
I grabbed the leg of his pants. He kicked me off.
"Claustrophobia. Yeah."
"You played me, Moira. This is your punishment."
"Lionel, I didn't lie to you. I really do have stomach cancer!"
I scrambled toward the door on my hands and knees. He'd already locked it and walked away with Fay on his arm.
Half a minute later, someone cut the power on his orders. The entire building went black.
I held on by the sliver of moonlight leaking through the window, barely lasting until the small hours.
Then the wind picked up outside. Branches clawed at the glass. Thunder cracked overhead.
A bolt of lightning split the sky and snapped something inside me.
One command pounded through my skull: run. Get out.
I clawed at the door seam with my fingernails. I slammed my head against the door.
All night long.