NOAH
Am I being held hostage right now?
The thought was so surreal it nearly slipped past panic and landed somewhere close to laughter. A brittle, hysterical laugh that pressed against my teeth and begged to escape.
Almost.
"I… I don't even know what you're talking about," I said, the words tripping over one another as they left my mouth. My voice sounded thin to my own ears, like it belonged to someone younger. Smaller. "I'm just an assistant—"
"You work for them!" he shouted, jerking his head violently toward the door, as if the very walls were complicit. "Wolfe. Hendrix. All of you!" His eyes burned with something wild and fevered. "You don't care who you destroy as long as you get richer."
"I don't— I'm not—" I tried, uselessly.
"My family lived on that land for three generations!" His voice cracked, splintering mid-sentence. The sound of it hit me harder than the shouting.
