Knox
Pacing the length of the lobby like a caged lion. Struggling to make a decision.
I catch the receptionist staring at me like I've gone crazy.
After a tense silence from my end, I let out a deep sign. “Fine. I'll proceed with the meeting.” Then I end the call.
I return to the desk, fixing a hard glare at the receptionist. She slides the key card on the desk, and I take it.
“Fifth floor,” she informs me.
I head to the elevator and press a button. The door slid shut, sealing me inside the elevator.
The steady hum of the elevator drowns my thoughts, leaving only silence in my mind. Suppressing the silence in my mind, anger sweeps through me.
I hate meeting in private rooms. I'll make sure I drum it into Mr. Davis skull and that of other employees.
After a while, the elevator ha
