Eighty

May’s POV

The silence in the elevator was thick, pressing against me as I reached into my bag and fished out my phone. I haven’t even seen that item for the whole of the morning I was at my desk for.

I had set it to silent last night, not wanting to be disturbed while Gary and I worked, and somehow, I had forgotten about it, or I would have changed it back to normal.

As I flicked the screen to life now, I saw the missed calls and unread texts pile up, all from Asher. He had been trying to reach me, and I hadn’t even known about it. I quickly shot him a text: "So sorry, got held up. Leaving now. Be there ASAP."

Damn it, I thought, my heart sinking. I had kept him waiting without even meaning to. Asher wasn't the kind of person to wait around, and I knew this could seem like I was paying him back in his own coin. I mean, it wasn’t a big deal if I was to think about all the times he had ignored my texts and avoided my calls, but I wasn’t doing that.

“Damn!” I whispered. I was really late