Madeline didn’t know whether Sebastian had heard her cries for help. She couldn’t count on that faint hope—or on anyone else, for that matter.

Seizing her chance, she lunged toward the elevator panel, frantically lighting up every button for every floor.

The buzz-cut man’s face distorted in rage. His hand shot up, ready to strike her, but he hesitated. She was on her way to meet Mr. Lloyd—no visible bruises allowed. Swearing under his breath, he let it ...