Landon stood alone in the empty elevator, eyes fixed on his phone, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. Hearing the commotion, he slowly lifted his gaze, letting it drift over the people outside before moving on. "Aren't you coming in?"
"Mr. Blake, we should probably—"
"I'm kind of in a hurry." Landon's lips curled into a smile, calm and composed as he looked at us. No one was foolish enough to wait for the next elevator, so with a shared silent agreement, everyone shuffled inside.
The lively chatter from before vanished, replaced by an awkward silence.
In less than thirty seconds, everyone was staring intently at their own shoes.
To me, Landon was never the aloof, keep-your-distance type. Despite being the head honcho of a listed company, he never missed a chance to tease m
