But that's not what terrified me.
There was a white dress on the bed.
And next to him was a small velvet box containing a diamond ring.
Mr. Harrison took a step towards me and said,
“Emma, before you run out, you need to hear what I’m going to ask you to do.”
My hand closed tightly around the doorknob.
And when he told me—
I thought I went into the wrong room.
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For several seconds, I just looked at it.
My eyes passed from Mr. Harrison to the white dress, then to the diamond ring and then to the two strangers who were by his side.
One was an older woman holding a leather folder.
The other was a gray-haired man dressed in a dark suit.
I squeezed the doorknob even more.
“What exactly do you want me to do?”
Mr. Harrison was nothing like the self-confident man who walked into our office every morning.
I had a loose tie.
His face was pale.
And for the first time in six years, he seemed scared.
“I need you to pretend to be my fiancee.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“Just for tonight.”
I laughed. Not because it was funny.
But because I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
“Did you threaten to fire me to come here and pretend to be your fiancee?”
His expression was strained.
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, I shouldn’t have done it.”
I turned to the door.
“Emma, please.”
Something in his voice made me stop.
He looked at the two strangers.
“She’s Margaret Collins, my mother’s lawyer. And he is the Reverend Keller, an old family friend.”
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The older woman made an uncomfortable gesture with my head.
That made the whole situation seem even stranger.
Mr. Harrison approached, but he stopped several steps away from me.
“My mother is upstairs.”
I frowned.
“Up?”
“It is housed in a private suite. Yesterday he left the hospital because he refused to spend those there who could be his last days.”
My anger decreased slightly.
“What happened to him?”
