As the elevator doors closed, Sophia's facade instantly crumbled.

She stared at her reflection in the elevator doors, unable to sort out her feelings.

She should've been happy that the report was taken care of, but there was this heavy feeling in her chest, like a breath she couldn't release.

Leaving the elevator, she had planned to drive back.

Then Amelia called, saying she'd arranged lunch with the bidding committee people at the mall ...