Joanna POV:
As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, the forced smile I had plastered on my face vanished, replaced by a scowl so deep it hurt my jaw. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms.
In the elevator, I hit the button for the lobby harder than necessary, letting out a sharp breath through my nose as the doors closed.
My reflection in the polished surface of the elevator walls caught my eye, perfectly composed, poised, like I hadn't just stood in the penthouse of the woman I despised, pretending to care about her happiness.
I exhaled again, shaking my head as I flexed and unflexed my hands, trying to release the tension that had taken over my body.
How could she be so insufferably oblivious?
The elevator hummed softly as it descended, the muted music doing nothing to calm me.