“Sophs?” He seems pleased to see me in that second, weirdly, then blinks as he takes in my expression and obvious growing distress. Looking around, his face drops from her to me and back again. His whole posture changes from casual and aloof to stiff and panicked.

It says it all.

“It’s not what you….” He sounds terrified, eyes wide as he moves fast towards me. I don’t give him a chance to finish, backing into the elevator as the doors begin to close, my instinct to ...