Chapter Thirty Three

GAVIN

The elevator doors had almost closed when they slid open again.

I didn’t even look up at first. My mouth was already opening, the sharp retort ready on my tongue for whatever idiot thought they could waltz into the executive lift like they owned the damn building.

But then I looked. and the words died a quick, undignified death in my throat.

Lara Moretti.

Of course. Just fucking great!