CHAPTER 17
MIAAfter a few hours of talking with his coworkers, Michael grabbed my hand and led me toward a door near the side of the bar. Before he pulled me out of it, he glanced back to make sure nobody was watching, then pulled me down the hall toward the elevators. “I want to show you something.”
As soon as we stepped onto the elevator, I released all the stress and anxiety in a huge sigh. God, it had been difficult to keep up tonight. I’d tried talking to some of his coworkers, striking up some conversation about something. But it was difficult for me to relate to any of them. I was still in college, working on getting my bachelor’s, while most of them had been working for the past twenty years at least.
Michael tapped Button 30 in the elevator and grabbed my hand. When the elevato
