Some things have a way of catching you completely off guard.
Just like how the people you want to see the least are the ones you keep running into.
And who could say whether it was coincidence or fate?
After all, a city is only so big, and a social circle only so small. As long as you weren't worlds apart, was it really so strange to run into someone?
'If that's the case, shouldn't I just accept it and face the situation head-on?'
At that thought, Summer Thorne scoffed at her own hesitation. She strode forward and walked calmly into the elevator.
Timothy York's expression and posture didn't change in the slightest. His gaze seemed to linger on her, but only for an instant.
Ivan Gray hesitated before finally speaking up. "Miss Thorne."
Summer Thorne gave a slight nod in acknowledgment, then turned and reached for the button panel.
