![]() ![]() ![]() I start a pot of coffee since I didn’t grab him any tea this morning. I’m the first one here, so I take my time turning on all the lights and then his computer, followed by mine. ![]() But instead of asking and making him think I care, I stay silent. I saw him at the restaurant last night on the other side of town. For a second, I wonder why he stayed here overnight. The elevator comes to a stop on our floor, and I get off, knowing that he has to go up to his penthouse to get ready. “I’m not sure,” I say, refusing to turn around and look at him. When it dings on his floor, he leans over and says, “Don’t forget about my offer,” then walks off. Trevor turns to face the doors, straightening his already perfect tie, and silence falls over the elevator. ![]()
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