Elian was sick to his stomach. He’d thought he was doing the right thing but Clara’s words on the side of the road rang like a gong in his ear. He needed to talk with her. He stood pacing in the lobby of her company waiting for her to either come down or have security throw him out on his ass. He wasn’t leaving without speaking to her. He’d fight security if he must.
The receptionist spared him a glance. “Someone from the Ms. Draxton’s office will be done in a moment.”
He understood this information to mean either Clara was coming down or someone from her office was coming to bring him up. He didn’t care either way, but he needed to see her.
He stood with his hands behind his back as he watched the light of the elevator count down from the top floor to the lobby, each level taking painf
