"I can’t breathe. Stop, I… I can’t breathe."
They stopped outside a corner office, the nameplate reading Director V. Langston. Everything tilted for a second as another memory slammed. She remembered a young Emilio leering at a woman in this very office.
"One day, Vanessa, you’ll beg for a night with me."
"And one day, guys like you will stop thinking they can get under every woman’s skirt just because they have a position."
The walls seemed to close in, suffocating under a sense of loss.
"María? María? Stay with me! Shit, I think you’re having an anxiety attack.
"It’s… true…"
"Breathe, María—breathe."
"Ay, Dios mío, OMG, OMG, OMG!" María choked out as she backed against a wall. "This… this can’t be real, Skye! I… I was Emilio?"
"Focus on me. You have to keep your voice down and stop making a scene; everybody is looking at us."
"No, no, I’m María, I’m María, but… I remember, I remember… she stole it all!"
"Shh, María, keep it quiet and stand up. We’ve gotta go, right fucking now," Skye whispered, pulling her just as a security guard rounded the corner, his eyes narrowing at the sight of them. "Don’t look. Through the door, quick. We will take the stairs."
"Hey! You two! Wait!"
"Shit, we are busted, Skye."
"The hell we are. Run, María, run!"
"Stop!" shouted the guard.
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Lara Lynn
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