Loe’s POV
I pushed through the heavy glass doors of the office building, my chest heaving from the mad dash across the parking lot.
The elevator was out of order again, so I had taken the stairs two at a time, my high heels echoing in the stairwell like gunshots.
By the time I reached the top floor, sweat trickled down my back, soaking into the fabric of my blouse, and my hair stuck to my neck in damp strands.
I glanced at my watch, cursing under my breath.
Ten minutes late.
Mr. Carter despised people who couldn’t show up on time, and I knew he would make me pay for it somehow.
I straightened my skirt, took a deep breath to steady myself, and knocked on his office door before pushing it open.
“I’m really sorry for being late, Mr. Carter,” I said, stepping inside and closing the doo
