Chapter 227

Harrison's POV

The elevator was already rising when Della rushed in, clearly late for some meeting. She was a little out of breath as the doors slid shut, leaving just the two of us.

"Good morning," I said, keeping my tone as casual as possible.

"Good morning," she replied, adjusting her bag and staring straight at the numbers climbing above the doors. "At least this time I'm not holding a cup of