The two entered the elevator, the doors closed, and it began to rise smoothly.
Amelia's mind was occupied, and her gaze wandered around. As she turned her head, she suddenly screamed in fright.
The wall behind her was made of transparent glass, and beyond the glass was a seemingly bottomless abyss.
While freezing with fear, she couldn't help but curse inwardly, who would have thought that the president's private elevator would have a viewing feature? Was this for the purpose of conveniently inspecting the employees' work?
In the brief moment Amelia's attention was elsewhere, the man had already wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, pressing her head to his chest. He laughed and said, "I don't recall you being afraid of heights. When did this start?"
Amelia's face stiffened.
Because this matter had a long backstory.
And not a particularly pleasant one.
