When they took the elevator, there was no one else with them—That's why Mia was able to express her anger. Unfortunately just as he was about to answer her, the lift stopped, and a guy stepped inside. Silvas.
Silvas Tate was a low-level number cruncher, a nerd. A bit of a loner. From the looks of the time of day, he was the one who was sent to pick up lunch orders to bring back for the more senior staffer in his section of the company. They talked only twice. Both the times to order lunch for Damon. She didn't know much about him except that he kept to himself.
Damon immediately took a step back, giving her enough space to breathe.
"Mr Tate," The CEO said as he crowded himself against the back wall to one side of the elevator.
Mia took the side wall closest to Damon while the guy who entered took the wall opposite her.
Nervously, like Silvas wanted to avoid gawking at his boss, he peeked for a second, one quick look, eye-contact only, before he answered. "Good afternoon, sir."