C109 The positions he’d ruin me in.

The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out into the hallway, moving past the closed doors until I reached the one I was looking for—the kitchen. I wasn’t heading outside—to the foyer or the compound like Dontrell would have loved. I just needed a cup of lemongrass tea and preferred to make it myself.

The hallway was eerily silent. The kind that slithered under the skin like an unseen threat