Bella's hands tightened into fists, holding back her nerves.
"Which floor?" Tristan's voice broke the silence.
Bella didn't answer but pressed the number two. He couldn't help but smile when she ignored him.
"What are you doing here?" She asked coldly without looking at him.
"I'm going to a meeting. With you. Didn't we make an appointment here? Did you forget?" Tristan said calmly, ignoring her annoyance.
"I mean, aren't our meeting at 7 PM!? Why did you come so early?" She couldn't believe this busy man could attend their meeting two hours early.
Tristan raised his hand to touch his eyebrow and smiled. He replied, "Why not?"
Bella, "..."
"Mr. Sinclair, I find it hard to believe a CEO of a big company like you has that much free time..." she continued, looking at him through the mirror on the elevator door.
He smiled at her sarcastic comment.
