Here's another excerpt, though, for your reading pleasure.
"Emma McClain, don you set one more foot towards the door!" Seb was down the hall, bellowing his demands.
She poised one foot as if to flee, and Seb looked terrified that she actually would.
"Don't go!"
"What?!"
"Emma this is your best piece so far. You can't just ... give me your best work and then run away! You can't quit now!"
"Oh, but I can!"
"But you shouldn't," impassioned Seb.
Emma paused. To her right stood the door. Ten more steps, and she'd be free. All she had to do was pick up that foot and run. Ten seconds, and she'd be on her way to a new life.
To her left stood Seb and Jane. Seb stared at her, knowing full well that her next movement determined not just her future, but his magazine's as well. Jane was a still life, frozen in expectiation. What will become of her? should couldn't help wondering. When she slips out that door, where will she go next?
Emma's gaze shifted from her boss and her friend to the gateway to her freedom.
Seb broke the silence. "Emma, just hear me out."
That was it. Emma's foot hit the floor, and she was gone.
"Damn it, I'm not letting her get away that easily." Seb ran through the door after, loafter clattering on the doorguard and tie flying back in his face.
posted by Anna Clare @ 8:47 AM
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