Chapter 89
Max’s Point of View
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped into the sleek, glass-walled office floor. My chest felt tight, each step echoing with purpose. The opulence of the surroundings, with its polished floors and abstract art lining the walls, didn’t faze me. My focus was singular: Eva.
The assistant at the front desk barely looked up from her computer as I approached. “Mr. Grave,” she said in a professional tone, her hands still busy typing, “Mrs. Brown is in a meeting. She’s not available to see anyone right now.”
I clenched my jaw. The cold dismissal felt like a slap. “I’m not just anyone. Let her know I’m here.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, sir.”
Her calm demeanor only fueled my frustration. I leaned on the desk, narrowing my eyes. “You
