15: Sabrina.

When the office door closes behind Bryant, it takes me a few minutes to fill my lungs again. They're totally depleted. That's what he does, that's what we seem to do together. Suck the oxygen straight out of the room. We're using every ounce of it to exist around each other under the weight of feeling. Of love.

"What am I going to do?" I whisper, swiping at my damp eyes.

Turning in my chair, I look at his computer where it sits silently on his desk. No password engaged. Everything is right there. All I need to do is find some evidence that Bryant has been bleeding corporations dry financially so they will have no choice but to sell him their property in exchange for being bailed out of debt. Once I have that evidence, I'll finally be brought into the family fold. No longer on the outside.

I stand up and approach his desk, sitting down carefully in the leather executive chair, still warm from his body. After several deep breaths, I begin going through his files. Long minutes pass while