Noel didn't waste another second. He grabbed the papers from the desk, shoved them deep into the drawer, and walked straight to the door. He clicked the lock open and pulled it back, his tall frame instantly blocking the doorway as he looked down at Phil.
"We're coming," Noel said, calmly.
Phil didn't say a word. He just gave us a long, serious look and gestured for us to follow him down the corridor. My knees were shaking so badly I could barely keep my balance, but Noel reached back, his large hand wrapped around my wrist.
His grip was still completely cold, but it was the only thing keeping me upright as we walked down the grand staircase and toward the Chairman's private study.
The heavy double doors of the study were already wide open.
The Chairman was sitting behind his massive desk.
"Shut the doors, Phil," the Chairman commanded, he glared at Noel, completely ignoring my presence.
