I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
Then, she double-locked the front door.
“You are making me feel terrified right now, Rebecca,” I admitted, sitting down at the table.
“You should be terrified, Jonathan,” she answered seriously.
She placed her open laptop directly on the dining table in front of me.
I pulled the USB drive from my pocket and handed it to her.
She carefully inserted the drive into the side port.