Elias stepped out of Ego's office and closed the door behind him with the kind of composure only pettiness could give.
Ashwin glanced up from where he stood sentry by the elevator, arms folded like a statue with too many opinions. "Still alive," he noted.
"Barely," Elias muttered, walking past him with the determined grace of a man already plotting homicide by cufflink. "If I jump, it'll be from the fifty-eighth. There's still a chance for structural damage."
Ashwin didn't follow, but his gaze tracked Elias as he jabbed the elevator button with unnecessary force.
"Where to now?" he asked mildly, as the doors slid open.
"Lower floor," Elias said. "Victor's office."
Ashwin's brow lifted. "Should I clear the building?"
"Too late," Elias replied, stepping in. "He's going to feel it."
The doors shut with a soft chime.
Elias exhaled and leaned against the mirrored wall, arms folded tightly over his stomach. He was four and a half months pregnant and had to deal with Ego on top.
