LAUREN MOSS
Being close to him is a sacrilege.
A sacrilege that has never happened to me—at least not like this. And the worst part is that he knows it’s a sacrilege to be near him, and that irritates me so much!
The elevator doors open, and I let him walk out first, limiting myself to simply inhale oxygen, because out of nowhere, I just… stopped.
“Lauren…” I mumble, scolding myself, following him and observing how people stop just to greet Blake. As he walks by, their eyes—eyes that rarely notice their surroundings—watch him with admiration and, consequently, look at me as well.
I follow him, still wondering whether he really doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat… We enter his office, and only Irika and Samuel are here.
“Hi!” I greet them, stepping inside, and they both smile at me.
“Hello,
