Rory
Ivy cornered me in the break room three days later, and I spent the entire conversation trying to decide whether the warmth in her voice was real or the most convincing performance I'd ever witnessed up close.
I'd been avoiding her since Kora's call, ducking into stairwells instead of elevators, timing my coffee runs around her known schedule with the same careful precision I'd once used to time locker room showers. It hadn't been sustainable. I should have known that the moment I decided to try it at all — a building this size, with a woman this comfortable moving through it, gave me exactly nowhere to hide for long.
"There you are." She breezed in with two coffees, setting one down in front of me without asking if I wanted it, the same easy generosity she'd shown at the brunch mo
