After Midnight With Him
"It's past midnight."
"I know." My own voice came out cracked, unfamiliar to my own ears. "I know, I'm sorry, I just—Sophia, please. Give me five minutes."
"We already did this. Outside Blackwood Enterprises. I don't have anything else to say to you."
"I do." The words tumbled out of me, desperate, unpolished, nothing like the composed speeches I'd rehearsed on the drive over. "Please. Sophia, please, just—five minutes. That's all I'm asking."