Chapter Twenty-One
Two days, two god damn days he had been trying to get Emma alone. The sinking feeling in his gut was getting worse by each passing day. Emma had avoided him at every turn, she had surround herself with people so she was never alone. She would find an excuse to leave the room if he came in. Yesterday, he had seen her come off the elevators, but as soon as she saw him, she stepped back on and left. She had never done anything like this before. She had always stood up to him, told him what was what even if it was with a cold shoulder. Her jade green eyes always told him how she felt with glares or death stares. This time it was different, she was so indifferent to him, like he didn't exist for her and that was making him sick. "Ms. Rhoads, what happened the other day was a misunderstanding
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