Page 60 of Unfaithful

"Sorry, Bobby, I have to go. Take over my meeting for me."

I turned on my heel and ran for the elevator, ignoring Bobby calling after me.

"Where are you going? What happened?"

I jabbed the button repeatedly, my heart pounding.

"Please, please, please," I muttered under my breath. "Let nothing happen to Sara. Don't let Elsa mess things up again."

The moment the elevator doors slid open, I rushed inside. Bobby nearly caught up, her expression filled with confusion.

"Cole?" she called out just as the doors started to close.

"I'm going to Sara. Elsa took Elena there," I managed to say before the doors shut completely.

The elevator ride felt like the longest of my life. I stared at the numbers counting down, my fingers tapping anxiously against the door as if I could make it descend faster.

I kept repeating in my head,please, please, don't let her cause a scene there.

When I reached the lobby, I sprinted to the next row of elevators and frantically jabbed the button. Luckily, the doors slid open immediately.

Showing up at Sara's office just to flaunt Elena was the cruelest thing anyone could do. It would devastate Sara and it would degrade Elena, parading her around as a weapon of destruction.

But when I finally stepped out of the elevator, the scene before me was nothing like I had expected.

Through the glass doors, I saw something surprising.

Sara's team—every single one of them—watched Elsa from a distance. Some didn't even bother to leave their desks; they just sat there, staring. Elsa stood in the middle of the room, holding Elena in her arms, slowly swiveling around, looking utterly confused.

Because no one approached her.

They just glared at her with disgust.

I walked toward the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside just in time to hear her say, "Come, see Elena. Isn't she adorable? Her eyes and hair are just like mine, but the rest looks like Cole, don't they?"

No one responded. But the glares remained.

"Angie!" Elsa called and approached her, but she halted instantly when Angie said, "I'll see the baby, but only if you're not the one holding her."

Elsa looked dumbstruck.

At that moment, someone gasped, just noticing me. Then, all the attention shifted my way.

And those glares—every single one of them—instantly turned on me.

I guess being their boss meant nothing to them. Their glares didn't waver, their loyalty to Sara standing far above any sense of hierarchy. They weren't afraid of me, nor did they care about my authority.

But then, I was glad.

Because it meant Sara had people who stood by her and defended her without hesitation. She wasn't alone in this. Her team supported her, witnessed her pain, and refused to ignore it.

"Cole," I heard a familiar voice next to me. Nancy.

"Take Elena with you," I told her.

She may have nodded—or maybe she didn't—but she didn't waste time. She marched over to a still-stunned Elsa and took Elena from her arms. I watched as Nancy gently placed Elena back in her stroller, handling her with care. Then she turned to me.

"I'll be in the lobby. I saw a café right by it."

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