I watched Ian walk away, his skepticism obvious in every step. I knew what he was thinking—that I was bluffing, that whatever I'd done was either plagiarized or worthless. Sighing, I turned my attention back to my workstation. I had more important things to worry about than his opinion.
The archives section held critical research data I needed to complete my analysis. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped forward, only to find it already packed with my colleagues from R&D.
"Oh look, it's Mrs. Sterling," someone muttered.
Melissa, who'd been so cold earlier, gave me a tight smile. "Maybe wait for the next one? We're pretty full."
I glanced at the elevator. Six people in a space designed for twelve. "There's plenty of room," I said, stepping forward.
A man whose name I couldn't remember shifted to block me. "Sorry, weight capacity," he said with a smirk that suggested he was enjoying this petty power play.
Rather than cause a scene, I stepped back. "Fine."
