Penelope's laughter echoed in the air, light and mocking. "If I really wanted to deceive you, I would've torn it up right in front of you. Wouldn't that have been more effective? So why go through all this charade?"
Then, she quickly shoved the flyers into her bag, disappearing into the bustling building. By the time anyone could process what had happened, she was already gone.
She rode the elevator in silence, but as the doors opened, she bumped into Tyron.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Narsson," she said, her voice smooth. The other employees in the elevator looked at her, and Tyron nodded in response.
As the elevator doors slid open on the top floor, Tyron pulled her out of the elevator. "Come to my office," he said. She followed wordlessly, feeling the lingering warmth on her hand.
Inside
