(Evelina's POV — Hartgrave Corporation, VIP Elevator)
The elevator doors slid shut behind us with a soft metallic sigh.
Inside stood Reginald Hartgrave, the man whose presence made CEOs sweat. Lucien, pretending he wasn't glaring daggers at Kael.
Kael Valtore, my charmingly infuriating ex-fiancé and the game's golden boy. Me, desperately holding in the urge to strangle someone with my ID lanyard.
It was the most awkward elevator ride in recorded history. Kael stood on one side, arms folded, eyes fixed straight ahead like I didn't exist.
Good. Stay in your lane, Mister "People Suffer Because of You."
Lucien kept glancing between us like, 'Do I punch him or not? Father is here. Damn.'
Father simply stood tall, dignified, an immovable mountain of authority.
As for me? I smiled politely on the outside. Inside, I was debating murder in fourteen different languages.
The elevator chimed.
DING.
"Floor 51 — Executive Level," the voice announced.
Great.
The battlefield.
