Elera’s POV
I was starting to hate elevators.
Especially when they opened directly into chaos.
The moment I stepped onto the executive floor that morning, I could feel it immediately—something was off. The air itself felt tighter, like the entire floor was holding its breath.
Employees moved faster than usual.
Voices were lower.
Eyes avoided contact.
Even the receptionists looked like they had been warned not to speak too loudly.
Which could only mean one thing.
Kael Draven was in a mood.
“Good luck,” one of the receptionists whispered as I walked past.
I slowed slightly. “Should I be concerned?”
She gave me a look filled with quiet pity.
That answered everything.
I tightened my grip on my tablet and walked further in.
And then I felt it.
That pressure in my chest again.
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