The elevator doors creaked open, as slow as molasses, revealing a sea of impatient faces. Anna, wrapped in James's oversized coat, stood a step behind him, her body rigid with tension.
James strolled out like he owned the place, hands in pockets, exuding a casual sort of power. Anna kept her eyes on the floor, her fingers clutching the coat as she scurried after him to the parking lot.
Luke spotted them and quickly got out of the car, opening the doors with a concerned glance at Anna's disheveled state. Their eyes met for a second before she looked away, slipping into the backseat, her heart still racing from the elevator ordeal.
The memory sent a shiver down her spine. If James hadn't stopped... she pulled the coat tighter, refusing to even glance at him.
In the car, James reclined, e
