It’s like the air gets sucked out of the building when the glass doors of Sterling International glide open. And when Roman and I walk in together, my heart beat spikes up.
Though, I’m not so sure whether it’s because of the anxiety I feel due to every employee within view staring at us…
Or because Roman’s hand barely grazes mine as we walk toward the elevators.
We haven't spoken since the incident this morning. Not while we were leaving the house, not while we were in the car. Not now.
If there’s any tension between us, everybody else is just too busy tailing us with their eyes to notice the fact that something is off.
People part for us as we make our way through the lobby, toward the private elevators.
Roman pushes the button, and the elevator doors slide open.
When we step in, h
