Seeing the doors about to close, Dylan reached out to stop them and pushed me out, pulling Rebecca along with him.
"We're not getting off on this floor," I whispered.
"You're on the executive elevator; it doesn't stop on other floors. Follow me," he said calmly.
No wonder no one else was in it.
Dylan took off his suit jacket, handing a carton of milk to Rebecca.
She looked at me, grinning, and I glared at her, signaling her to be quiet.
"The copyright infringement case for 'Stars and Moon,' I'm the attorney handling it."
"Alright."
Then I realized, "Wait, you said this is the executive office. So we..."
He glanced at me without answering.
I sat on the sofa, feeling uneasy, not daring to ask more questions.
"Let's discuss your issue," Dylan said, loosening his tie, and looking serious.
"Oh, right, my three hundred original drawings were..."
He interrupted, "Is she your daughter? Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?"
His expression was extremely somber.
Why would he ask about this?
I felt guilty, unable to think of an explanation, almost panicking.
Next to me, Rebecca took a sip of her milk and said cheerfully. "Handsome Sir, don't be mad. She didn't invite me either!"