“Get your hand off my arm,” I said.

“I’m getting you home safe,” Garrett whispered in my ear, his grip tightening until my arm went rigid.

“You built this company, but you’re in no shape to run it today.”

The elevator doors opened behind me with a soft chime.

Garrett pushed me back half a step, easing me onto the carpet inside the car while he held the door sensor open with his palm.

“Get some rest tonight,” Garrett said, smiling warmly for the benefit of the hallway.