In the next instant, Janet's eyes widened. After hearing his words clearly, she wanted to clear up her confusion, but the elevator doors opened. With a deep, unreadable smile on his face, August stepped out swiftly as Janet turned around, leaving her with a wide view of his back. Janet stood frozen for a few seconds as the elevator doors on the 55th floor closed in front of her. She tried to make sense of what he had just said.
Could he have been the one from last night?
But the feeling he gave her was so different...
"Janet, are you a turtle or something?" As the elevator reached the top floor, before she could step out, a strong arm yanked her out.
"You're really slow," Charles grumbled, standing by the elevator. Ten minutes had passed, and she still hadn't shown up. He pulled Janet up, removed the laptop she was clutching protectively, and without any gentleness, slapped it onto her hard office desk. Then, he pulled her into his office.
