Hardpressed

I appreciate the offer. I really do. But you can't put a price on independence, Blake.

I can't live without this Erica. Without you.

Then don't give up on us. Love me, damn it. Please baby. Let me love you.

Mine. You're mine. Just like this. Your body, your heart. Every part of you.

I think you have a fetish for office sex, sweetie, he whispered. You're my fetish, Blake

You're the only one Erica. There's never been anyone else.

Our story is the happiest one I know.

No one had made me feel this way, and no one ever would.

Do you feel me? It's me, baby. It'll always be me.

What kind of picnic did you have in mind

I love you, Blake. You're the only one. My only love.

What we were together had become so much more powerful, a force that took my breath away and made everything secondary.

I knew how to live with scars.

All I want you thinking about is being here with me, right now.

have you been up to?” She took a sip of her latte.

I'm drinking whiskey. Doesn't get much more real than this.

You won't give me access to the code , Erica. What the hell do you want me to do. It's not out of distrust, Blake. We need to be in control of the code for the long-term and you know that. Yet we all remain in the dark as to why we've been inexplicably and relentlessly attacked by this group.

Have you tried to reach out to them? No. I don't negotiate with terrorists.