Blowing It

Andrew

Saxton called just as I stepped into the elevator.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Is that your car I see in the lot next to your office building?”

I grimaced. “The valet is supposed to park it in an inconspicuous spot. I don’t want everyone knowing I’m in the office.”

He barked with laughter. “Well, it’s far from that. I spotted it just driving by. So what’s happening? You said you were taking weeks off.”

“I am.” The elevator door opened on the fourth floor, and a young man stepped inside. He gave me a curious look, probably wondering if it was really his boss in the elevator, before averting his gaze.

“I stopped in to check on a few things,” I told Saxton.

“And Raven?”

“Doing great. Somewhat.”

The elevator reached the main floor, and I exited into the lobby, heading straight for the front doors.

“Wait.” Alarm entered Saxton’s voice. “She’s not—”

“She’s fine, physically speaking.”

“What’s going on?”

I sighed, dodging foot traffic as I showed up at the valet. “A lot. Where are you?” I sc