Just as the doors were about to close, a hand shot through the gap, preventing them from shutting. The sudden motion startled Winn, making him stumble slightly.
And when Winn saw the face that belonged to the hand, his stomach dropped. The elevator doors slid fully open, and there he was—Evans Everest. Sharp suit, smug grin, and that unbearable air of self-satisfaction that always seemed to cling to him. Winn didn't even need to think twice; the deal was as good as gone.
If Evans was here, it meant the investors had already lost faith and called him in. His rival. His nemesis.
"Hey guys!" Evans chirped. "Going up?"
"Yes," Joey answered.
"Hey, Joey," Evans continued, stepping into the elevator as if he owned the place.
