Cora
Despite how sharp Kingston's words had been, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset. His tone might’ve been cold—maybe even mocking—but he’d stepped in when I needed him most.
He’d saved me from Zach.
When Zach had grabbed me, when the whole office stood watching in hushed judgment, it was Kingston’s voice that broke through the veil of humiliation. It was Kingston alone who made it stop.
And now, somehow, I was in the elevator with him, heading to the underground garage for the day’s lab inspection.
I kept my eyes forward, posture stiff, clutching the tablet with the inspection schedule like it was a shield. The awkward feeling between us was like a physical, tangible thing.
My reflection in the elevator door was messier than I would have liked—eyes puffy, makeup smudged, jaw cl
