Aimee hurried to catch the elevator. A group of people came pouring out, leaving the doors open, the elevator empty. She shoved her foot against the door just as it began to close. She spun gracefully inside, avoiding the doors with her arm full of portfolios. As the doors began to close behind her, a hand came in and stopped them. She frowned in annoyance until she saw Roger’s smiling face. He was followed by a buff young man in a nice suit.