Confrontation

Nathan stood there. He must have followed them. But this was a private event. How had he gotten into the building?

“Ellie, we have to go. We don’t have time for him. He had his chance, and he screwed it up. Jordan is looking for you.” By now, the crowd was thinning. Melody dialled Malcolm’s number from her important list of contacts. She didn’t get the phone to her ear, but put it on speakerphone. “Ellie, get behind me and move to the exit.”

“Oh, shut it, you stupid twat. Ellie, you’re coming home with me now. Cone on.”

“Nathan, you’re a walking dead man coming here. Were you lurking outside the bathroom for us?”

“Shut up, bitch. You are such a disappointment to your people. Speaking to you disgusts me.”

“Did you pull the fire alarm for nothing?”

“Oh, I pulled it for something. To get his hands off my precious little girl.”

“Okay, that’s just gross. You realize I’m not just with him but we’re permanently together like mates’, right? You can’t