As Violet bid her colleagues farewell and shouldered her bag, her thoughts lingered on the solace of her home, a sanctuary where she could finally unwind. Stepping into the elevator, a wave of anticipation washed over her, the promise of respite beckoning as the doors slid shut, cocooning her in the confined space.
Yet, as the elevator doors parted once more, an unexpected sight greeted her. Leaning casually against the wall, as if ensconced in quiet anticipation, was Jason. Violet's mind whirled with questions. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be occupied with the task of driving Dahlia home? These thoughts flickered through her mind, a silent inquiry that she chose to keep to herself. After all, she had learned that little good came from becoming entangled in his enigmatic presence.
