Rihanna's POV
My heart started pounding hard as Dave and the man he was chatting with approached me. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move as fear of my fake identity being busted consumed me.
I waited for him to yell my name, smile at me, or try to talk to me, but it never came. I was confused for a moment, but then it hit me.
Dave hadn't seen me yet. He was too engrossed in his conversation to notice me, and he wasn't approaching me like I thought. Instead, he was walking towards the elevator that I was standing right in front of.
In an instant, I turned to the right corner and walked there, hiding with my back turned to him until I was sure he had left. I didn't know why Dave was there, but I silently prayed that he didn't work in that company. The thought of having to hide fro
