jaylar
Sandra Silver was packing up her personal effects when Dylan walked in and asked; “What are you doing?”
“You told Oliver to offer me a position so as to please Emily. So I am taking the position.”
“Sandy…”
“Hmm?” she replied, looking up from her packing.
Dylan tore her resignation in pieces and threw it on her desk.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
She looked into his face, waiting for Part II. He met her eyes, then dropped them. She took a breath, not expecting him to defiantly meet her eyes.
“You knew I called Oliver. You knew I told him to offer you a job. That’s why you can’t leave.”
“Uh huh…” Sandy said, a bit puzzled.
“How could I let you go? You know m ebetter than I know myself. You know, without me telling you. So you cannot leave me. Tell Oliver, no.”
“You want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
