Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie puffed out her cheeks in frustration, mumbling to herself, "Who on earth decides it's a good idea to leave sage bundles at the entrance to a company? If I can't get in through the front door, I'll just find another way."

She strolled around to the back of the building. Sure enough, nestled along the side wall was a small side door. Without a second thought, Nathalie slipped right in.

Just inside, to her right, was the executive elevator. Nathalie hesitated for only a split second before pushing the button. When the doors slid open, she stepped in.

The elevator was empty. She glanced around, checking out the ads and notices posted on the wall. Tucked in a corner, she spotted the floor number for the Morris Corporation's CEO office.

She pressed nine. When the elevator stopped, she stepped out onto the ninth floor.

What Nathalie didn't know was that, down in the security room, staff were breaking out in a cold sweat as they watched the elevator mysteriously select a floor and move all on its own.

She found the CEO's office easily-the door was wide open. Nathan was sitting there, totally composed in his black leather chair, while several clients stood across from him, energetically pitching their proposals. The desperate hope for a deal was written all over their faces.

At first, Nathalie hung back, worried she'd interrupt. But then she realized- nobody in the room could see her. Emboldened, she wandered right in.

She felt completely at home, poking around Nathan's office, checking out this and that. Her eyes landed on a knitted sunflower lying on the sofa. Curious, she picked it up.

There was something familiar about the way it was made. Then it clicked-she had knitted this exact toy for Nathan when they were kids, back when he was just a lonely boy trying to survive on the streets.

of the

her head up,

the sunflower now floating midair in her

see the sunflower, but not her. Did they think it was

ghost!" someone blurted, panic

is insane.

someone else burst into the room, breathless and anxious. "Mr. Nathan, something weird just happened. The elevator doors kept opening and closing on their

moment he finished, everyone's attention snapped back to the sunflower, their faces

office is haunted," one

looked calm and collected. "You should all leave,"

about you?" his

off.

gaze never left the sunflower. For a

of longing and tenderness

others left, the room

rooted to the