Bryce's POV
Hazel didn't show up at Ellington Industries for two full days. There was a knot sitting heavily in my chest the whole time. I was angry at her for being so stubborn, but I couldn't stop myself from worrying either.
A few times I reached for my phone, but the memory of that locked door made my pride win out in the end. I just couldn't bring myself to call.
On the third morning, I put on my well-tailored suit, ready to head to the office. As I walked toward the door, Madison's voice stopped me.
She stood there in a smart powder blue business suit—which was nothing like her usual style—clutching a sleek work bag, with a hint of shyness on her face. "Bryce, do you think I could get a ride to work with you?"
I looked at her, my brow furrowed in confusion. "Where are you even
