Elevator doors slid open with a chime that felt too calm for the chaos unraveling upstairs. Elena stepped inside, her pulse still racing from the gunshot that had shattered Damian’s office minutes ago. The walls of the elevator were mirrors—too many reflections of her pale face, her trembling hands, her heart that couldn’t seem to slow down.She pressed the button for the ground floor, but her mind wasn’t here. It was back in that room—Damian’s arm around her, glass falling like snow, his voice rough with fear. You’re the only thing that matters.The words replayed like a haunting melody, too raw, too impossible to ignore.As the doors began to close, a hand shot between them. The sensors beeped, and the doors slid open again.Adrian Cole stepped in, breathless, holding a briefcase. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes she couldn’t place—relief, maybe. Or guilt.“Mrs. Cross,” he said softly, pressing a button for the lower parking levels. “Mr. Cross asked
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