My Tattooed Nemesis
I loosened the top button of my shirt and stood there for a moment.
I thought about Jackie.
She had been furious when I left this morning. She wanted to come along, but she wouldn’t have been able to do anything. She would have made it worse. She wanted to be in that room and I understood it completely. That company has her father’s name on it. Her blood is in it. She should have been the one sitting at that table, not me.
But she couldn’t be there. The will was clear. Her identity stays buried until she graduates. One wrong person in that room, one face recognised, one name spoken out loud and everything we had been building would collapse before it was finished.