Angel Eyes by Nicole Luiken

Author:Nicole Luiken
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical immersion, mike and angel, violet eyes
Publisher: Nicole Luiken

Chapter Fourteen

ANGEL

Over two hours passed before I returned to the data entry floor. Heads lifted.

“What happened?” Gerry mouthed.

I just shook my head. “Later.” After listening to my full story, Ms. Rodriguez had taken my accusation of attempted murder seriously enough to review the cafeteria security tapes. Since I’d thrown up in the washroom, I had no proof of my own illness except a certain pallor, but it had been enough for Ms. Rodriguez to order a search of Jordan’s room, which had turned up a knife and a possible poison. He was now under arrest. But if I told Gerry about Jordan, I’d have to get into why he’d done it, and I didn’t feel up to the explanation right now.

I’d barely typed in a dozen names when Tad brushed by my desk, ostensibly to pick up a runaway pen. “Your numbers are through the roof,” he whispered.

I nodded thanks for the information, but I didn’t like the speculative look in his eye, as if he thought I’d planned Em’s dramatic rescue.

Two hours and still no word on her condition. My fingers made a typo and had to backup and fix it. I prayed she was okay, that they’d flushed the poison out of her system. And I hoped Jordan and his compatriots rotted in hell. He’d watched her eat the cinnamon bun, apparently considering her life well lost on the off-chance that I’d kick it, too.

Nations Against had rocketed to the top of my Hit List. Devon would have to settle for second place.

I’d just managed to turn my brain off enough to achieve a good typing rhythm when Mr. Pinchot, looking extremely constipated, called my name. “Angel Eastland, please go to the conference room.”

“Is it about Emily?” Oh, God, were they taking me aside to tell me bad news?

He looked surprised, then irritated. “You’ll find out when you get there.”

Not about Em, then. My muscles relaxed. Which meant it was about the other thing. “Just me? What about the others?”

He blew out a breath, harassed. “Fine. Jazzy, Sahan, Ron, Gerry, you can accompany her.”

“And Tad,” I said.

Mr. Pinchot’s lips set. “I’ll have to get authorization for that.”

Another ten minutes dragged by, before Pinchot grudgingly granted us permission to leave the floor. Jazzy’s eyes snapped with excitement. Ron and Gerry exchanged puzzled glances with one another then turned to me.

“I think my lawyer may have found that loophole,” I lied. I wasn’t about to risk getting disqualified at the last minute for something as stupid as breaking character.

Mr. Pinchot led us to a conference room on the main floor where Ms. Rodriguez and Brunette, the NextStep representative, were waiting. “Good riddance to troublemakers,” Mr. Pinchot muttered on his way out.

I latched onto Ms. Rodriguez first. “Any word on Emily?”

“Yes.” Ms. Rodriguez smiled warmly. “The poison is out of her system and she’s recovering.”

A load of tension evaporated from my shoulders. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and inhaled. It felt like the first deep breath I’d taken in hours.

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