The Project Phoenix file weighed heavily on my arms as I stepped into the elevator. My finger was on the button for the 28th floor, but I couldn't quite bring myself to press it yet.
"Something I believe in," I whispered, repeating Alex's words.
The elevator was empty, so I leaned against the metal wall and stared at the folder in my hands.
Was Alex Blackwood, the same guy whose company crushed my family's dreams, actually working on a project to help small businesses?
It felt like obtaining a statement from you that you're a professional fire-fighter after you've watched them burn yours down.
I finally pressed the button, and the elevator began to descend. Four floors below. Just enough time to compose myself.
"Calm down, Olivia," I told myself. "Do it step by step."
The doors slid
