Stacy's POVI stumbled, my legs giving out beneath me, but Marcus caught me before I hit the floor. His hands gripped my arms firmly, steadying me."Come on," he said urgently, his voice low. "Let's go."He didn't ask questions. He just moved, pulling me with him toward the elevators. My legs felt like jelly, barely able to keep up.Behind us, I heard a voice call out. "Ms. Reed? Mr. Sotheby was hoping to speak with you about the collaboration."Michael's assistant. David.I didn't stop. I couldn't. I just let Marcus pull me forward, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might explode.The elevator doors opened and we stumbled inside. Marcus jabbed the button for our floor—the executive offices were on the fourth floor, different from the conference rooms on the third.As the doors began to close, I couldn't help myself. I looked back.Michael stood at the end of the hallway, perfectly still. His hands were in his pockets. His expression was calm, calculated. But his eyes... his eye
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