When his phone beeped with a call from Zara at some minutes before six, he knew she was already downstairs waiting, so he got into the elevator. He was already thinking about seeing her again, almost all day now, even in his meeting.
He had expected her to show up looking so out of place with one of those big dresses of hers, but what he didn’t expect was to step out of the elevator to see her sprawled out on the floor as if she was trying to bond with the marble.
He had stood there for a second, watching her and waiting for when she would stand up. He didn’t know if she would be more embarrassed to see him, or to know he had seen her fall, so he waited.
He glared at the two women standing just a few feet away in front of him as they laughed silently, snickering away like they were s
