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They were still out there by the elevator, the two massive guys in suits. They watched me curiously as I walked across the hall to the only other door and knocked on it softly.

It took maybe three seconds before it opened.

Sebastian was standing there, eyebrows arched in a question. Johnny was a few feet behind him, his face grave and worried.

I burst into tears.

Sebastian pulled me into the room and put his arms around me. “There, there,” he murmured. “There, there.”

After about thirty seconds I pulled away. Johnny handed me a box of tissues.

I smiled shyly at him and took a couple. “Thanks.”

“So I’m guessing it didn’t go so well,” Sebastian said.

“It didn’t go badly,” I said with a half-suppressed sob. “But… it pretty much went the way I thought it would.”

“You drew the line in the sand?”

“Yes.”

He nodded approvingly. “Then that’s all you can do but wait.”

I looked over at Johnny. “Sorry to keep you up. I know you must be tired.”

He shrugged and gave me a sheepish smile. “Sebastian