“I don’t want to hurt you. Got that? The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He took a step closer to Kennedy.
She hurried behind the couch. Anywhere to put more distance, more obstacles between herself and her intruder.
He locked the deadbolt of the conference room. “Listen, you don’t have to be afraid.” He slid a small loveseat in front of the door as a barricade. “I’m not planning to hurt anyone.”
He sounded so earnest. Like he was scared of himself. So why did he have a gun?
“What’s your name?” He nodded at the couch. “You can sit down. We’re going to be here a while, I’m guessing. May as well get comfortable.”
Finding a cozy seat was the last thing on Kennedy’s mind.
“Who are you?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
She ran through all of her dad’s stupid crisis training……
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