The elevator doors slid open with a soft whoosh, followed by a faint chime that seemed to hang in the cool air for a moment.
Yvonne stepped out right into Devon's private floor, her heels making quiet clicks on the polished hardwood.
After a moment, Yvonne stopped right there in the entryway, her heart picking up speed a little, thumping steady in her chest. She smoothed the front of her black pencil skirt once more, feeling the soft silk of her blouse move against her skin.
The elevator ride up had given her time to think, to go over what she wanted to say, but now that she was actually here, the words felt jumbled up in her throat, stuck like they didn't want to come out.
As she got to the door, she lifted her hand and knocked lightly at first, her knuckles barely tapping the wood. Then she knocked again, a little harder this time, the sound echoing soft in the quiet room.
"Devon? Are you inside? It's me. Yvonne."
