"Amanda Henson!" He ground the words through clenched teeth. "I knew it was you hogging Nora's spot!"
I had no interest in getting tangled up with any of them. I turned and headed for the elevator bank on the opposite side.
I wasn't fast enough.
Carter seized my arm and slammed me against the wall. The back of my skull cracked against the surface, and a sharp ringing flooded my ears.
"The Hensons already wired you a million dollars. What more do you want? Why are you still stealing Nora's chance?"
"Do you have any idea—she can only get on the first trial list if she's part of this drug development project. Her heart can't wait any longer. Are you trying to kill her?"
Nora had congenital heart disease, yes. But she was nowhere near as fragile as they made her sound. It didn't take a genius to figure out she'd exaggerated her condition on purpose, just to wrestle the project away from me.
She leaned against Leila now, limp and doe-eyed, the picture of harmless innocence.
Carter's face was all tender concern—for her. The moment his gaze swung to me, it hardened into pure accusation.