*Trinity's POV*

"Race you to the studio!" Brett hollered.

The smile was still on my face as Brett and I ran back into work, my adrenaline pumping from the quick jog that we just took.We stood in the elevator, not talking as we each caught our breath. Brett's smile was spread over his face as well but mine quickly faded when I saw who was standing in the studio as soon as the elevator doors opened.

It was Mr.Withers. Damn. So much ...