I can barely hear over the crackling in my ears.

The sound grows stronger as the elevator climbs. All the way to the top of Colliver Enterprises. I'm holding a slim leather folder in my hand. The only thing inside is a fake resume for someone named Sarah Hart, crafted by my father's lawyers.

Why am I doing this?

My eyes tick down to the emergency stop button, a string in my gut pulling taut.

Push it. Go home. You owe nothing to your father's company.

But that's not entirely true, is ...