Office Playpen

Chapter 27

As I'm still leaning on top of my own desk, quietly staring at the door that Chopard walked out of, I'm stunned–And for a second, I thought he would come back or if he's playing a mind game to get me to follow him but nothing.

Not one noise indicating that he's still here, to finish what he started.

Due to the late hours of the night and the last intense minutes in my entire life, my brain becomes mushy, unable to form a single thought right now. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get my brain to articulate something in my head.

I don't even know what I should do next.

But thankfully, I have been in this office too many times. Many times to the point that I don't need my brain to tell me what to do, as my body belongs moving on its own.

As my brain goes on autopilot, I push myself off my desk as I reach over and grab my bag, packing everything I need for the next morning. I don't know what paper or folders I'm grabbing but I'm grabbing something and that's good enough for me.

Afterwards, I slowly walked over to the door, feeling the cold knob, the same knob that Liam touched, turning the knob, I carefully opened the door, but with no reason at all.

Walking throughout the halls towards the elevator was like a ghost town, no one was here at all. All I heard was the sounds of my heels clanking on the floor, and my bag hitting my thigh every now and then.

The hallways are also dark, the only light is the outside building lights shining through the window, and some of the street lights.

Going into the elevator, my eyes try to adjust to the harsh lights lighting up the elevator, making my eyes squint.

Finally getting off the elevator, I reached the front desk, where I expected Ruby but had to remind myself that she had gone home, everyone has, except me. As far as I know, no one else is here, not even Chopard.

I don't know what happened to him, but in the back of my mind–I was sure I would see him leaving, considering I started moving not long after he quickly left.

Waiting in the entrance of my building, I called my driver to come pick me up, informing them that I had to work late and I will pay them extra considering this is outside of their working hours.

But they should be used to this by now, since I've been working late many times.

It didn't take long, but long enough that I had to sit in the waiting area before the driver came and picked me up. In that time frame–I didn't move an inch or say anything, I didn't need to. All I need to do is get home and sleep.

As I still waited, blaring lights shine in front of my face but it didn't faze me as I thought it was just passing cars. As I stared down at my fingernails, suddenly I jumped slightly in my seat as my name was being called.

"Ms. Cantrell" Someone called out in the building entrance.

I looked up and I immediately recognized the familiar person, in the familiar suit as he waits for me. Gathering my things, I straighten my back and hold my chin up high as I walk past him, he follows, opening the car door for me as I hop in. Relaxing myself.

As soon as we took off, my brain became more foggy as all I could focus on was the passing cars and the different street lights, followed by the still somewhat busy street, even at this time of night.

The car pulls up outside my house and as I get out, the lights inside my house are lit up, indicating that there are still people working inside, unlocking the front door–They must have heard me working in, because they stopped whatever they were doing, coming to greet me.