Amelia's POV
I don't go back to my desk when I get out of the bathroom. Instead, I find the emergency stairwell—the one nobody uses because they all take elevators like civilized people. I sit on the landing between floors nineteen and twenty. Put my head between my knees. Try to breathe.
But the air won't come. My lungs feel crushed, ribs too tight, everything collapsing inward.
Ms. Hart. The report was excellent, Ms. Hart.
A sob break free. Then another. My vision blurs with tears I've been holding back since I walked out of his office.
The stairwell door opens two flights up. Footsteps descending, measured and familiar.
"Amelia?" Nathan's voice echoed down the space. "Security cameras. I saw you come in here."
I try to compose myself. Wipe my face. "I'm fine."
"You're crying in
