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The air in her office felt electrically charged as she waited for Harvard’s reaction Would he rub her face in her apology? Would he continue to lecture her and explain things endlessly as h at her?

“Thanks,” he said as he pushed away from the door “You want a coffee? I need one”

That was it? That was all he had to say?

She shook her head “No, thank you”

He nodded and left, closing the door quietly behind him

Hesitantly, Rachel opened the drawer and took out the photo Calmer now that she knew she wasn’t alone That Harvard was there if she needed hie helped

She stared at the photo as though looking at an i held down by oneraped by another The only face in the photo was her own And there were tears on her cheeks

Fury burned white hot at the sight of the tears

The bastards had made her cry

And Rachel never cried

It was te to shred the photo and flush it, but she’d done that once before And she wouldn’t do it again She wasn’t that scared girl anymore So, instead, she dropped it into the side pocket of her handbag and zipped it tight She’d figure out what to do about it later Because there was no doubt in her mind that she’d have to deal with it eventually There was no ignoring the photo this tie scrawled across the bottom

The one that said, You shouldn’t be here

As soon as he’d closed the door behind him, Harvard pulled out his phone and stepped into the outer office He dialed Ryan, who answered immediately “I need cameras inside Rachel’s office Today” He kept his voice low, so Rachel couldn’t overhear

“What happened?” As usual, when it came to work, Ryan was completely professional No hint of amusement in his voice at all

Harvard flicked on the coffee ainst the far wall While it did its thing, he turned and leaned back against the counter, facing Rachel’s office “If I had to guess, I’d say some sort of flashback”