Greg
I stepped out of my brand-new G-Wagon. It was silver all around. The interior was the palest of gray. It looked expensive, because it was. I bought it with my bonus when I became a partner. I was feeling reckless and wanted to spend the money on something completely irrational because I knew I'd earned it the dirty way. The car wasn’t my style, but it was Honors. I was now happy that I had it.
I walked into the building, practically skipping. I went to the security desk and smiled at the man behind it.
“Greg Anders to see Honor Chase,” I said with a beaming smile.
“You look like you just won the lottery.”
“Man, you have no idea.”
He called up to Honor, and then he told me which floor she was on.
Never being here, I looked around. I admired the building's security and luxury.
