{Martha's POV}
I walked towards the elevator in haste, my gaze drifting to the watch on my wrist. I was late, so f*****g late, for the meeting I had set to finalize the investment deal.
Cherie walked in haste to meet up with me, her brows furrowed and her lips slightly parted as though she wanted to speak but she didn'speak, anything.
I could feel her tension, matching my own, though neither of us was to blame for our tardiness. How could we have predicted the car would break down in the middle of the highway? The wait for help had taken longer than expected, and now, here we were.
The elevator door slid closed, and I took a relaxing breath, brushing my hand against my hair. As I waited patiently, staring at the metallic door, my thoughts ran an extra mile.
This wasn't good, and the f
