My stomach dances with nerves as we head back into the elevator.
She gets in and looks at the buttons. “Oh look, you’re in luck.”
I frown in question.
“Mr. Miles is here.”
I fake a smile.
“I’ll take you to meet him first.”
Oh God.
Don’t speak. Don’t say anything stupid, I remind myself. I twist my fingers in front of me nervously as we ride to the top floor. The doors open, and I step out of the elevator and stop still.
What the hell?
White marble for as far as I can see, floor-to-ceiling glass, and luxurious white leather furnishings. “Hello, Sammia.” Lindsey smiles as I look around in awe. This place is insane.
A beautiful woman looks up from her computer at reception, and she smiles warmly. “Hello, Lindsey.”
“This is Emily. She’s new and started on level forty today.”
Sammia
