Deal with the devil (2)

“I tried to close my eyes, Arciero.” Yakov grinned, making fun of the entire situation. Curtis was furious.

There had to be something I could say to explain why I was at the same table with the man he warned me about and why I didn’t tell him I was coming here. It didn’t seem like it but there wasn’t any situation I couldn’t get myself out of—I was a professional liar, for heaven’s sake. But seeing him standing there, obviously battling the urge to punch Yakov in the face and drag me out of there had my brain short-wired. I couldn’t string two words together.

Was there any chance the floor could open up and swallow me alive?

I didn’t wait for him to drag me out. I walked over to him, trying my best to remain silent in case I said something that would make things much worse.

Any hope that we could forget about what he just witnessed flew out through the window as soon as we got to his office and he locked the door behind us. “Explain.”

I could have made something up about wanting to pl