The elevator abruptly stopped and several people entered. As the doors were about to close, someone shot their hand out and stopped it.
“Calloway, you have those reports ready?” a man in his late forties asked.
“Uh yeah, they’re on my desk,” Brandon answered.
“Well, go get them and take them to Mr. Bridges. He needs them today—now,” he added hastily.
“f**k,” he muttered angrily under his breath.
“Now, Calloway!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said reaching forward and pressing the number twenty-four on the elevator. “Pit stop?”
Lexi followed Brandon off of the elevator and down the hallway. She had no other tour guide, so the only thing she could do was to follow him to his office. She entered the office and couldn’t help but to compare it to the only other office she had ever seen in the buildin
