Yes, what.
I want to know what’s happening, too, because Mr. Everford has suddenly placed a hand on the small of my back—
“I’ve seen all there is to see.”
—while saying that.
“Both of you are fired.”
And...what again?
"Mr. Everford!"
Sandy sounds panicky again.
“Mr. Everford, there...there seems to be a misunderstanding!”
And now his boss is looking down at me, and all I can think of is—
What?
My mind is stuck on that.
What in the world is happening?
Only one person can answer my question and Sandy’s, but that same person seems content with letting everyone around him spiral in confusion because now—
"Shall we go?"
His words were phrased like a question. And it sounds like a question, too. But his action belies this, with his hand applying subtle pressure to my back, and it's either go against him and go with the flow, and so of course...
I flow.
Or rather we flow.
Because it’s what I realize I’ve been doing ever since marrying Sandy.
Flowing.
Where my husband wants us to live. Where he wants to work. Where he wants me to stay.
I’ve been flowing, and I’m still flowing, only this time it’s someone else’s flow that’s carried me away while behind me, my husband is still whining—
"Mr. Everford, this isn't—Nicole, tell him! This isn't right! Where do you—"
His boss slows to a stop, and I hold my breath for some reason. Is he going to—
Oh.
I'm not sure how it happened. The moment the billionaire stops, they glide out from the other end of the hallway like everything's perfectly choreographed, and it almost has me start pinching myself because I'm starting to wonder if this is a dream—
Is it?
Is this a dream?
Because right now, everything is so...unreal, with how my husband’s boss is nodding at what seems like the head of the gang, I mean, this ninja-like group of men in black, and the gang leader, I mean, the head, he’s nodding back—
"Mr. Everford, this is all a misunderstanding!"