CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE – SOMETHING HAS CHANGED

Almost immediately, a underling's voice piped up from the security desk, tone dripping with audible disdain. "Miss O'Hara, you're--" "Late, yes, I'm well aware, Milton," she bit out, cutting the officious little worm off mid-sentence. Ignoring his scandalized intake of breath, she stormed past, leaving a trail of drips in her wake as she stabbed the call button for the elevator bank with one soggy pump. Her cheeks burned hotly with a toxic cocktail of anger and sheer humiliation as she sensed the weight of countless furtive stares tracking her progress. Quickly assessing her options, she deduced the service elevators would grant her at least a modicum of anonymity to regroup and gather herself before making the long trek across the executive floor gauntlet. Thankfully, the ancient car granted her reprieve within moments, yawning open to reveal an empty interior. Ducking inside and stabbing the button for the 32nd floor, Scarlett shucked out of her ruined blazer, the better to wring