I strutted past the security turnstiles, the heavy click of my stilettos echoing off the high ceilings as I headed straight for the executive elevator.
The doors slid open, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the top floor.
As the elevator glided upward, I caught my reflection in the mirrored walls. I smoothed down the tailored lapels of my blazing red dress, checking the unbuttoned neckline one last time.
Then smiled as the elevator dinged and opened, and I walked out, my heels clicking, making that sound that made bubbles of happiness rip through my chest.
And soon, I was standing by his door. Should I knock or not?
Oh, to hell with knocking. I opened the door and walked right in.
And him, across the room, speaking to a few staff members and directing them over some docu
