ROOSEVELT’S POV

I didn't wait for the elevator, I pushed open the stairway doors and ran down all ten flights of stairs.

My heels clicked against the floor. My chest was heaving, and my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my briefcase. The adrenaline that had kept me strong in Zyran’s office was fading fast.

I burst out of the building and practically threw myself into the back of a taxi.

"Drive," I gasped to the driver, giving him my address. "Please hurry."

During the whole ride home, I kept looking over my shoulder out the back window, expecting to see a fleet of cars following the...