Elina’s POV

“Slow down, Rachel. What do you mean?” I asked, frowning at her frantic expression.

“You really have no idea, do you?” She shook her head, exasperated.

“I would if you would just talk to me instead of bombarding me with questions the minute I step in for work.”

Rachel let out a sharp breath before grabbing my wrist and pulling me aside, away from the elevator doors. A few employees stepped in, oblivious to the tension crackling ...