Chapter 3: Rising Action
The elevator doors parted with a hiss, revealing the hushed corridor of Richard's apartment building. Emily stepped out, her heels clicking against the polished floor, her heart pounding in her chest like a tribal drum. The air was thick with anticipation, each breath she took heavy with the scent of his cologne that lingered from their encounter earlier in the day.
Richard's apartment was a mirror of his office, sterile and efficient, yet there was an undeniable intimacy in the small space that sent a shiver down her spine.