"This is all my fault! I'm the one who ruined the company!" Douglas's voice drifted in through the open window, thick with sobs. "If I hadn't made Mr. Dickerson angry, Zenith Group never would've pulled out of the deal..."
Cheryl stood by the window, nearly frantic.
"Douglas, get down from there! This isn't your fault!"
"So what if we lost the partnership? You can't do this to yourself!"
Then she spotted me. She lunged forward and grabbed my arm like I was a lifeline.
"Drew, call Rufus Swanson. Right now!"
"If he agrees to keep the deal going, Douglas won't do anything rash!"
I shook her hand off, cold.
"Call him yourself."
"Drew!" Her voice turned sharp as a whip crack. "Douglas already apologized. Are you really not going to stop until someone dies?"
She snatched a fruit knife off the table and pressed it against her own throat without a second of hesitation.
"If you don't make that call today, I'll die right here in front of you!"
The blade bit into her pale skin, leaving a thin red line.
The scene was so familiar it ached.