The sound of his name hung in the air like thunder.
“Emily?”
Mr. Johnson’s voice sliced through the silence of the empty lobby.
Adam froze. His breath hitched, his chest tight with dread. Emily turned slowly, her face pale yet calm. She forced a small smile. “You startled me,” she said softly.
Mr. Johnson stepped forward, his eyes moving between them. “I thought you left hours ago.”
“I forgot something in my car,” she replied quickly, her tone light, too light.
Adam straightened, forcing himself to breathe evenly. “I was just finishing up the report, sir. Emily happened to be here when the elevator opened.”
Mr. Johnson’s eyes lingered on him a moment longer than necessary. “You two seem to have a habit of running into each othe
