Elena
The elevator doors slid shut after I got in, sealing me in with the quiet hum of my thoughts. My hands were trembling. I clasped them together, but it didn't stop the trembling.
It was just a business meeting, I told myself. Just another random client.
Except… clients didn't stare at you like that. They didn't say your name like it was a sacred word they'd been dying to speak out loud.
The lobby came into view too fast. I nodded politely at the receptionist, her bright smile could light up an entire room.
“Ms Whitmore.”
I froze, before turning to see Bridget walking towards me, tablet in hand.
“Thank you for coming in today. Mr Hale’s office was very impressed.”
My throat tightened.
Impressed. Brilliant.
If only she knew the struggle it had been to hold myself from falling
