Gina
The lobby remained eerily quiet even after Natalie disappeared through the revolving doors.
It was strange how one person could suck all the oxygen out of a room.
A minute ago people had been walking through the building carrying coffee, talking about meetings, laughing with coworkers. Now everyone seemed frozen, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed the CEO’s ex-girlfriend create a scene in the middle of Preston Enterprises.
I became painfully aware that I was still standing there clutching my presentation folder against my chest.
Every pair of eyes seemed to drift toward me before quickly looking away.
I hated being the center of attention.
Always had.
“Gina.”
Zander’s voice was gentle.
Too gentle.
“I think we should talk.”
I looked at him, then around the lobby again.
