Page 28 of Snatched
I don’t want to.
We end the session with less words today. Maybe because Damien is literally staring at us from ten feet away. As she disappears through the doors, I think about the extremely cold shower I’m going to be taking very soon.
I’m gathering equipment when something catches my eye near the end of the bench.
A small, rigid rectangle, laminated with a lanyard.
I crouch and pick it up.
Her corporate ID badge.
It’s got her company name, her photo, and a security chip.
The whole nine yards.
“Oh, damn.”
This is not a scrunchie.
This isn’t replaceable.
She probably can’t even get into her office tomorrow without it.
My thumb runs over the worn edges.
It smells faintly like her perfume. Or maybe I’m imagining it.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
I walk it to the front desk.
“Lost and found,” Damien starts.
“No,” I interrupt. “It’s her work badge. She needs it ASAP.”
He smirks. “You gonna courier it to her? Very professional.”
I ignore the jab and pull out my phone. I open her profile, and tap her number.
My heart beats harder than it should.
I tell myself it’s just responsibility.
This is duty.
I’m only doing the customer service my job requires of me.
Sure.
I type:
Colt: Hey. You left something important behind.
She responds instantly:
Elena: OMG please tell me it’s not my badge.
