The discussion finally concluded about thirty minutes later. I had managed to keep my yawns in check, as I didn't want to get attacked by his crazy fan girls. As soon as the session ended, I got up and was eager to get out of there.
I was just about to slip out the door when I saw Sylvester making a beeline for Whitney. My instincts flared. He was up to something. I quickly ducked back and flattened myself against the wall behind the door, just out of sight but close enough to hear.
"Miss Owen?" Sylvester's voice was smooth, almost too smooth.
"Yes?" Whitney replied, turning to face him. Her voice was polite, but I could sense a subtle shift in her tone, a hint of guardedness.
"You forgot this," Sylvester said.
