4. Hannah
FOUR
The footsteps pass my hiding place— crouched inside one of the empty cubicles in the center of the floor— and I squeeze my eyes shut.
It’s Maddox. I know it is.
His steps slow, and I can hear the breath he heaves out.
I keep my lips pressed together as his footsteps pass my hiding spot again, this time heading back toward the conference room.
When I can’t hear him anymore, I wait another three seconds before standing and hurrying toward the elevators.
I don’t turn around, don’t look back to see if he’s changed direction again.
And as soon as the elevator doors open, I step inside.
There’s one hour left before the end of the day. Just one more hour to get through.
I press the button to select my floor, and the doors start to close.