Lila's pov 

My hands shook by my side as I watched the elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in glass and steel.

Alexander stood behind me, close enough that I felt the heat of him through my blouse. His breath fanned my neck but I stilled my body, aware that the elevator was very well see through. One dangerous move, and our face could be pasted in the gossip mill the next day.

We were heading to the 40th floor for the quarterly review. I held my bag in one hand, and Alexander's project slide in the other hand. I was very well prepared for the meeting. I spent last...