Alexander

The elevator doors close, sealing her inside before I reach it. I slam my hand against the cold metal, breath jagged, heart hammering in my chest. 

I messed up. Again.

My feet move before any coherent thought can materialize. I head for the main elevator, shoving past most of my employees, ignoring the judgmental and awkward glances being thrown my way.

All I care about is stopping Evangeline from leaving when she’s so angry.

Again, I fucked up.

I didn’t even realize how ...