My ex-boyfriend’s eyes widened the moment he saw me. The two men beside him in the elevator barely glanced our way, their gazes glued to their phone screens. They brushed past us without a word, leaving the corridor strangely empty just Ansel Drury and me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, teeth clenched, eyes sweeping over me with a hunger he couldn’t mask.
I offered a light shrug.
“Working. Or trying to, but I need to get on that elevator first,” I said, gesturing at the lift behind him.
His eyebrows shot up, and a bitter smirk tugged at his lips. “You got your job back?” he asked, his voice thick with mockery.
“Not exactly. Now, if you don’t mind...” I sidestepped him and stepped into the elevator.
He grabbed my wrist. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
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