Georgia Thorne looked up at him, her voice hoarse. "You think it's fun to mess with me like this, don't you?"
"Miss Thorne, our president didn't mean it like that, I..." Owen Sawyer didn't know how to explain. "Our president is someone who likes to see things through to the end, so Miss Thorne..."
Owen Sawyer cut himself off. He felt like he was only making things worse. He awkwardly changed the subject with a dry laugh. "Miss Thorne, is there anywhere else you'd like to go?"
Georgia Thorne ignored him. She returned to the hotel, grabbed her things, and checked out of the room.
Suddenly, she understood. 'No wonder Elliot Sheridan always insisted on using my ID to book the rooms. He had been planning this all along.'
Georgia Thorne walked out of the hotel and saw Owen Sawyer standing by his car.
"Miss Thorne, where are you headed? Let me give you a ride!"
