Iris
“Hello?” Veronica’s voice crackles through the intercom.
“Hi, it’s Iris. Iris Will—” I stop myself, realizing how stupid I sound. She knows who I am. “Caleb gave me your address. I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”
There’s a brief pause, and I wonder if she’s going to turn me away. But then the gate buzzes and begins to slide open. “Come on up, darling. Penthouse floor.”
The lobby of her building is pristine and minimalist, all sleek marble and chrome. A uniformed doorman nods at me as I head for the elevator. As I ride up to the top floor, my stomach twists with nerves. What if she laughs at my proposal? What if she thinks I’m an i***t for even trying to organize something like this?
The elevator doors slide open directly into her penthouse, no hall
