~ALEX~
The elevator doors slide open and I step in, stabbing the button for the lobby harder than necessary.
The doors close.
I stand there, legs planted, jaw locked, fists clenching—itching for something to punch as my mind— the stupid son of a b***h— replays everything that occurred earlier.
Sara.
Her eyes.
The way she looked at me like I’d reached inside her chest and torn something loose.
Fuck.
I drag a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as the elevator descends.
The doors open.
“Good morning, sir,” one of the staff members greets.
I don’t answer. I walk straight ahead, reaching the glass doors that slide open the moment they sense my footsteps.
Simeon—my head of security—falls into step beside me as my shoes hit the parking lot.
“Sir, David is surveying the area. We w
