THIRD PERSON POV
Thomas's gaze followed Fiona's retreating figure as she scampered away like a scary rat.
"Honestly, I don't know what's going on with her today!" Cynthia Stones exclaimed while rubbing at the back of her hair.
"Did she sleep well, love?" Carlson questioned Cynthia who nodded her head.
"You know how hungover get." She responded with an adorable pout, Carlson laughed, and they shared a look that conveyed a silent message.
Thomas coughed at that moment. "Ms stones, it's nice to see you again."
Cynthia gave him a smirk
"You too, Mr Hill."
The feeling in the elevator suddenly felt heavy, and Carlson stepped closer to Cynthia, placing a protective arm around her. "You both have met?" While his eyes turned on the man.
"Don't you remember, Carl? When you picked us
