Nathan
By the time the elevator slid open again on the sixth floor, I was already halfway through dozens of half-formed plans.
The very first one was to confront Emma, and then I thought of dragging every clerk in the building into a conference room to berated until I smoked out whoever had been running their mouth?
I also thought of talking to Eleanor, and demand she tell me why the hell she thought she had to protect me by pretending what happened between us hadn’t meant anything?
She had told me it was a mistake, for goodness sake, but I realized I shouldn't talk to her now. I would need to sort everything out first before I spoke to her.
So, I shoved all of that aside as I strode down the hallway toward my chambers, the soles of my shoes striking hard against the polished floor.
