Edward's Point Of View
Is the world ending?
Seriously, is the sky about to split open right above this glass boardroom table?
I sat frozen, my tongue like a strip of dried leather glued to the roof of my mouth. Each breath required conscious effort, as if my body had forgotten its most fundamental function. My eyes locked onto Mr. Vance, searching his composed features for any hint of deception, then darted to Ms. Albright.
I scanned her face desperately, hunting for even a twitch, a smirk, or a hidden camera crew ready to burst from the supply closet and announce I'd become the unwitting star of some elaborate reality TV prank.
Slowly, as if my neck mechanism had rusted entirely, I turned my head to stare at Toby.
