Amelia
I was already late.
The box of updated print materials was heavier than I expected, digging into my hip with every step as I crossed the back hallway toward the freight elevator. The building was unusually quiet, only a few straggling volunteers and junior staff still moving through the halls. Most of the senior team had gone home for the night.
Or so I thought.
The elevator doors were just starting to close when a hand reached between them. They hissed open again.
Richard stepped inside without looking at me.
He pressed the button for the third floor.
I swallowed.
He didn’t say anything, just stood at the other end of the elevator, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. I shifted the box in my arms, hyperaware of his presence. Every nerve in my body lit up the moment the doors cl
