Monday, October 9th, 7:45 AM
The elevator at Taylor Industries took its merry time as Honey shifted her weight from one boring sensible heel to the other. She was back in her disguise…clothing, wig, and glasses all in place.
Monday morning had arrived too quickly, bringing with it the dull ache radiating from her waist where Riley's fingers had left their mark. The bruise, hidden beneath her oversized blazer, throbbed with every movement. She was thankful he had left early this morning so she hadn't had to face him. She had stayed in her room until the last possible moment, but she had watched him leave on the security cameras.
When the last person on the lift with her stepped off and she was alone, she checked the five distinct purple marks against her pale skin, a perfect imprint of R
