The CEO's Forbidden Omega
The BlackWolf Corp. elevator was a monster of steel and mirrors. Thirty-two stories tall, with a speed that sent your stomach up to your throat, and a silence broken only by the almost imperceptible hum of the cables. Ethan Moore rushed in at the very last second, his leather briefcase slapping against his thigh, still-hot coffee in his left hand. He pressed the button for the 17th floor with a sweaty thumb and took a deep breath, trying to pull himself together.