Chapter 96: Sixty‑Four Floors of Silence
I walked into vantage and cole, trying to keep calm, slicking on some lip gloss and adjusting my neatly pressed blouse. The marble floor shone as I made my way across it.
I spotted him. Luck, apparently, was on my side.
Standing next to the executive elevator looking like it had just been waiting for him to arrive was Adrien.
He was focused on his phone, and his expression was totally blank.
Until his eyes found mine.
And then he smiled — not for the room. For me.
"Good morning, Miss Miller," he said calmly.
I nodded, trying not to blush. "Good morning, Mr. Walton."
Professional, like we had not whispered each other’ names softly in the dark.
The elevator chimed, and he stepped in first. I followed him inside, and the doors closed, sealing us in silence. The numbers started ticking upwards.
I stood across from him, gripping my bag, eyes fixed on the glowing display.