Blazing: A Billionaire Boys MFM Menage novel
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That wasn’t a solution.
Instead, he whipped out his phone and scanned the notes he made, committing them to memory until the elevator made that familiar noise, and the doors swung open, admission, at long last.
He stepped in and pressed the one-hundredth floor.
Moxley was about to pull his finger away but then decided not to, holding the button to make sure there were no more delays. There were several other elevators in the building, so it wasn’t as if this was going to be the end of the line for some people.
If they wanted this one, they were just going to have to wait.
He was late enough as it was, and he didn’t feel like squeezing himself in while the elevator made several stops till it reached his destination. His mouth moved, humming quietly as the elevator rose steadily, bringing him closer and closer.
Ping.
Sometimes, it paid to be the boss.