The Billionaire's Scandal

hen it involved a certain infuriatingly handsome billionaire. Today, as she left her apartment in a flurry of papers and determinat

reached him, and he was heading to a crucial meeting on the top floor. Clad in a crisp, dark suit that still held a faint

"mend bridges" between the embattled CEO and the intrepid journalist. Reluctantly, she had agreed, partly because she sensed there was more t

mirrored wall opposite her, half-expecting to see her own reflection morph into something absurd. Instead, she caught sight of a pair of dark eyes

. She glanced at the control panel, noting with a smirk that the elevator was headed

o break the tension before it could become unbearably heavy. "So," she said lightly, "I've been meani

occasions only," he replied, his tone as dry as the city's concrete sidewalks. He said

a muted groan. Lights flickered overhead as the elevator dipped a fraction,

lay that now showed the elevator was stuck betwee

"Apparently so," he said, his voice low. He tapped his foot impa

nfined space with your most persistent nemesis, you learn to appreciate the little things. Like the fa

rced conversation isn't exa

ght a bit of forced proximity has its advantages. You might even learn

nt this time-less hostile, more tentative. The hum of

of the elevator malfunction. Please remain calm while we work on a fix." The voice w

ppose even the elevator wa

in my day." He paused, then added in a tone that was unexpect

nd-oh, I don't know-world-changing exposés waiting for me." Sh

assed between them. It was as if they both recognized that beneath the barbed words

ng predicament, how about we make the best of it? I'm sure you have some in

e?" He paused, then said, "I suppose I have seen my fair share of ridiculous things. For instance, the time a boar

illed the confined space with unexpected warmth. "That's hil

ion softened ever so slightly. "You're quite the observer, Miss Car

tilt of her head. "But I'm not here

ed quietly. "Or maybe just a mutual understanding

tent beep of the stalled system. Ava shifted her weight, her eyes scanning the tin

d if fate puts people together in these bizarre mo

rceptibly. "I've never given it much thought. My life is a series of calcul

parts of yourself that you've been too afraid to admit exist. Like the fact t

s gloved hands. "I prefer t

tly. "But sometimes caution turns into something els

confined space. Lights flickered again, and both Ava and Damian

stir, slowly resuming its upward journey. The doors parted w

ck at Ava. "Enjoy your newfound perspective," he sai

earlier tension. "I will. And maybe, next time we're stu

ed yet not entirely unkind. "I

l-lingered in the air. For a brief moment, it was as if the collision of their worlds had carved out a

the battle was far from over. Yet, in that unexpected pause in the chaos, Ava and Damian had found a momentary truce

fortunate elevator ride, but it was also a reminder that sometimes life's interruptions could lead to something unexpec

ring possibilities, Ava Carter set off into the maze of Blackwood Tower, un