Lisa’s POV
It lingered… beneath my skin.
Like something unfinished.
Unresolved.
I slipped the phone back into my bag without checking the notifications again.
The elevator ride down felt longer than it should have.
Too quiet.
Too still.
The kind of silence that didn’t relax you…
It pressed.
Every second stretching just enough to make you aware of everything.
The soft shift of my weight.
The faint hum of movement.
The way my fingers rested too still against the side of my bag.
Controlled.
Everything about me was controlled.
Because if it wasn’t…
Something would slip.
By the time I stepped out of George Holdings…
My head wasn’t just aching.
It was… tight.
Like everything I had been holding in all day… every correction, every mistake, every word he threw at me… had nowher
