Chloe POV

The elevator doors open with a soft chime, but the sound feels like a warning bell.

The executive floor is colder than the rest of the building, literally and figuratively. The air conditioning is sharp, the silence sharper. Glass walls gleam with perfection, black marble floors look polished enough to reflect your sins, and every step Danny takes echoes like a threat.

He doesn’t slow down.

He doesn’t look back.

He doesn’t speak.

I follow because… what else am I supposed ...