TRIGGER WARNING, s****l ASSAULT
The slow and steady rhythm of my heels drummed against the marble floors in the big grey building. The receptionist buzzed me in, letting the man upstairs know that I was on my way.
His door came into sight, and I felt my rage build up all over again, but I had to remind myself of why I was here.
Pushing open the office doors, I watched the tall man stare outside his building. He knew I was here, he felt my presence.
“What a surprise,” the deep voice rang through the room as I shut the door behind me.
“Elias.” I greet, walking over to take a seat in one of his chairs and he turns around to look at me.
“Hmph,” he lets out a short, tightlipped laugh, before walking over to his chair.
“I have a client to tend to shortly, so this won’t be a long visi
