Caitlyn's pov.
Even in the elevator, I couldn't shut out the sound of their voices, all mocking me and calling me names. Why did they all suddenly turn against me? Because I got married to the boss?
Tears streamed down my face, and my hands trembled even as I clutched my purse tightly. The elevator had arrived at the seventh floor but I was too afraid to step out, afraid of what I was going to hear next.
When the elevator doors finally opened, I was dumbfounded to find Zayn standing right in front of me with Vladimir holding a file behind him. How the hell did he get here before me?
His calculating eyes studied me, and I could see them getting wider and wider, until his jaw clenched.
“You're crying.” He pointed out.
I rolled my eyes, quickly wiping the tears off my face with the
