Chapter 7
Sam turned his attention to the monitors in front of him. “Have a great night, sirs.”
Chase opened his mouth to say more, but I tugged him toward the elevator before he could. I liked that he wanted to talk with the guard when so many would have ignored him or treated him like the hired help. But I selfishly wanted all of Chase’s attention tonight and I wasn’t above stealing it from others.
Chase shot me a questioning look, but I didn’t have an answer I was willing to give. Instead, I redirected his attention back to our conversation. “So how did you go from working as a cleaner to opening your own service?” I asked as we entered the elevator and I pushed the button for my floor. I almost always used the stairs, but I wanted to be able to talk with him, and we couldn’t do that if we huffed while climbing flight after flight.