Chapter Fourty Three

Both men stared down at her as though they had just remembered her existence.

Daniel was the first to recover. "Tom". He said. "If you don't want your pay docked, you will get to work now"

Emma touched Tom's tense forearm lightly. "I'm okay. Go on, now" she urged softly.

"Fine". Tom said.

He walked stiffly from the room. After the door slammed behind him, Daniel faced her.

"Now, where were we?" he drawled.

Emma stared at him. She looked like she was going to hit him. He wouldn't blame her if she did. He thought. He was being a jerk on purpose. He wasn't really going to dock her pay. But he was mad about the previous night... And also worried.

"I apologize, Emma". He said formally. "I was out of line just now. I should have asked you why you were late."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "This is no place to discuss... Will you meet me after work today?