No.44

POV Ryan.

I walk to the elevator doors, Eleanor looks up at me, no doubt to catch my eye, but I look away. When is she going to understand that here in the office in front of all these people, we have to pretend we don't know each other? I'm getting tired of having to tell her the same thing over and over again. So I ignore her and press the elevator button, Drake's personal elevator. I can feel the eyes of all these idiots on me. They're probably wondering what I'm doing, but no one dares to speak to me openly. Good, I might be able to fire one or more people at will, after all, I'm the new boss, right? The doors open and I step inside, leaning against the wall and putting my bag on the floor. A private elevator, no less. I smile sarcastically, I've managed to get control of the company, for a while, while the unshakeable Drake Lancaster recovers from his paralysis due to an emotion he couldn't digest. What did the doctor call it again? A fucking trauma, no less! Paralyzed because of