ABIGAIL POV:
"I'm sorry." I quickly put my phone behind me.
The light dims, and I can only make out the rough outline of Mason in the darkness.
The elevator doors slowly close, and I realize that I'm trapped in a confined space with Mason. I have to admit, it makes me nervous to the point of breathlessness.
"Why are you still here so late?" Mason questions me with his deep, heavy voice.
His question infuriates me because it was his secretary who relayed his demanding request, leading to me working alone in the office until late at night.
And now he's blaming me for it.
"Don't you know Greenwood doesn't encourage overtime?" he snidely remarks. "I suppose I have reason to believe it's your inefficiency that forces you to work this late."
His words hit me like bullets, and I can no lo
