You don’t press the button.
Finally, you release.
You let it fall.
You take his phone. You read the email. Then you delete every single “Cc” and change the recipient to his own boss . You rewrite the subject line:
You release the button. Click.
The music slams back. The crowd lurches. Zara’s hand is on your shoulder. Her partner is gone. She stumbles, looks around wildly—and finds your eyes.
You lie. “No. But I like your energy.” time freeze?!! stop-and-tease adventure
“What—how did you—”