Ellie was in her office long before dawn. Whatever sleep she’d managed brought distressing dreams and she’d ended up calling the concierge to escort her to her car. Getting in the elevator was harder than she’d expected, and her heart was thumping by the time the doors opened in the carpark. On her way to Bannerman House, she phoned the control room and asked for someone to meet her downstairs.
She felt weak and useless asking for escorts everywhere, but the alternative was to freeze up or jump at every shadow. It would pass. Glen checked the executive floor and turned on every light, then he left after she refused his offer to stay in the reception area. Ellie helped herself to coffee from the kitchen and locked herself in her office.
The whiteboard mocked her. Dennis was set up but why
