"Your offer stands?" I wish your mattress stood like your offer - then maybe we wouldn't be spending Saturday morning in this fuckin' office..." Bernice's eyes damn near popped out of her head along with Tyler's and Jordan's. "Miss Robertson, please," Gordon interjected. "Please what? Huh?" I got so close to that man Jordan and Tyler stood up at the same time. Jordan put his hand on my shoulder and Tyler sat back down. I remained standing, but I was nowhere through... "Please what?!" I got even louder. "Please forget that I could've broken my back? Please forget that the hotel staff and paramedics saw me sprawled out ass out? Please forget that what was supposed to be a night of passion turned into the night from hell? Please forget that I got a permanent fuckin' scar on my forhead? Please forget that Jordan was accused of raping me? Is that what you want me to do?