chapter 13

When he pulled to a stop outside my building, another doorman held the door open for me, a polite smile already in place. "Good evening, Mr. Shaw."

"Good evening, Charles." I tucked my phone into my pocket and glanced over my shoulders at Johnathan, who leaned against the car door to watch me. "I'll see you at the usual time tomorrow, Jonathan."

"Yes, sir. Have a good night, Mr. Shaw."

"You too, Jonathan." I took the stairs two at a time, my stomach grumbling in protest the entire time. Charles pressed the elevator button for me before moving back to his earlier position behind the front desk. The lobby was empty and dimly lit, giving it a strange and eerie glow.

In the elevator, I answered a few more emails while I waited.

My shoes were quiet as I moved down the carpeted hallway to my apartment on the other side of the floor. Mary had the door propped open and was leaning against it when I swept in. Already, the entire house was gleaming, and the smell of steamed vegetables and roast