Nasya's POV
I averted my eyes, unable to stomach the sight of her victory march toward the elevators. The ding of the arriving car and the swish of closing doors signaled her departure, leaving me alone with Zayn in the cavernous lobby.
Without a word, he turned and headed toward a bank of elevators in the opposite direction, his long strides forcing me to practically jog to keep up. We rode in silence to an upper floor, the tension between us so thick it seemed to distort the very air. The elevator doors opened directly into what appeared to be a private conference room - all sleek glass, polished wood, and cold steel, exactly the sort of space one would expect for high-level corporate negotiations.
