Elena POV
The moment I stepped out of my office, the cool corridor air brushed against my face, doing absolutely nothing to loosen the tight knot twisted in my chest.
The file in my hand felt far too heavy, like it was some kind of prize-winning ticket I could not afford to lose.
Heels clicking against the marble, I walked past the receptionist with a calm practiced smile and headed straight for the elevator.
My finger hovered over the OPEN button.
"Maybe it is not necessary to go there," I said to myself, but my mind said another thing.
"Just press it, Elena."
"Where are you going?" a voice cut in, disrupting the chaos within me.
That voice sounded familiar.
And that tone.
It sounded like the tone a father uses when he catches his sneaky daughter trying to slip out at night.
I slowly turned and of course, Allen was standing there, appearing out of nowhere as if he had been summoned by my guilty conscience.
