MAXINE

We turned to look at Mr. Grayson, standing by the door. His grip on the handle was white. I swallowed deeply. I hadn't even heard him.

"Well?" he asked, taking yet another step closer. "What do you think you're doing?"

His hands were clenched into fists and his eyes burned with anger. The air in the office seemed to shift with the implication of what we had done.

Zel stood frozen, literally caught red-handed. There was a file opened in her hands. I swallowed hard, trying to find ...