"Mr. Mitchell!" she called out, sounding clearly annoyed, right by his ear.
The older man flinched, instinctively shoved his phone into his pocket, and just as the elevator doors opened on his floor, he stepped out without looking back.
Claire lifted a foot, ready to follow him out. She felt this situation needed to be cleared up face-to-face; if not, it was only going to get more ridiculous.
But before she could take another step, Julian tugged her back. "Where do you think you're going? We're not at our floor yet."
The elevator doors closed again with a soft ding.
Claire frowned. "He was texting the Chairman right in front of us!"
Julian glanced at her, unfazed. "You think this was the first time?"
"…"
"But this time it’s different. We’ve got solid proof."
"…
