The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. I stepped inside, thumb hovering over the lobby button when a firm hand caught the closing doors.
"Wait." Calvin's voice was strained, lacking its usual commanding tone.
I kept my eyes fixed on the illuminated floor buttons. "I have nothing more to say to you, Mr. Kingsley-Thompson."
He stepped into the elevator but made no move to press any buttons. Instead, he reached over and hit the emergency stop. The elevator jolted to a halt between floors.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, backing against the wall.
"Preventing you from making a rash decision," he said, maintaining a careful distance. "And preventing myself from making another mistake."
I crossed my arms. "Holding me hostage in an elevator isn't improving your record."
"I'm not—" He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, disrupting it for the first time I could remember. "I'm trying to fix this."
