"I'm here for Jeremy," I said, then realized that was not enough. "He works upstairs."
The guard checked something on his screen, then handed me a visitor sticker.
"Elevators are to the left, ma'am."
Ma'am.
That did not help.
I thanked him and walked over, clutching the lunchbox with both hands.
When the elevator doors opened, I stepped inside and pressed the button for Jeremy's floor. Or at least, I tried to.
Right before the doors closed, another woman slipped in.
She was beautiful.
Not just pretty in the casual way people say when they're being polite. She was really beautiful. The kind of woman who looked put together without even trying.
Nice blazer, perfect hair, expensive-looking bag, the whole thing. Her earrings were small gold hoops. Her nails were a soft nude color. Even her perfume smelled like she had chosen it from a place where one bottle cost more than my weekly grocery run.
