The elevator doors slid open and Eva found herself face-to-face with the last person she expected to see- the man who had interrupted her meeting with Oscar the week before.
She felt unsure if he recognized her as well, but all her doubt was erased when he looked at her with evident surprise.
How many more times would she catch him off guard, he wondered ,before he composed himself, clearly opting not to acknowledge their first encounter aloud.
"Which floor?" Dorian asked casually, stepping aside so she could enter the elevator. She brushed past him silently, too distressed for small talk as he openly assessed the box of personal items from her desk and the bag slung heavily across her shoulder.
"Lobby, " Eva murmured, moving to the back corner, and keeping a prudent distance between
