Lauren's Pov,
The moment the elevator doors slid shut behind Vivian and I, my chest tightened.
It wasn't just my nerves, but it felt like something was crawling beneath my skin, the kind that whispered you are about to something you can't unsee. My fingers curled into my bag strap as the elevator began its slow ascent and every floor we passed felt like a countdown.
“Are you alright?” Vivian glanced at me.
“Yeah‐” I said and nodded even though my stomach was in-between violent flips and my lie tasted so bitter against my tongue.
The doors opened into the company floor– the sleek glass wall, to the polished floor was clean and people moved with purpose.
This was my company. My father's legacy. And yet, standing there, I felt like a freaking outsider.
We had barely taken three steps
