411 The Architecture Genius

New York City was especially cold today.

Even in the short distance from the car to the company building—barely fifty meters—Emily felt like the chill had seeped deep into her bones.

Dylan took off his thick down coat and offered it to her. "Here, put this on."

"No need."

Dylan insisted. "Please, take it. The weather’s too cold, and you just got back. You probably didn't bring anything warm. I'll have Steven go buy you a coat later. Size L, right?"

Emily shook her head. "Size M."

Dylan sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice. "So you lost more weight... No wonder the boss was so worried, waiting outside the hotel just to make sure you were okay."

Emily followed him into the elevator, watching him press the button for the 42nd floor.

"He waited for me outside?"

Dylan nodded. "Yes. The fire at room 2307 almost destroyed the entire floor. The 2307 suite was left in ruins, and even after the hotel renovated it, trying to restore it, some things can never go back to the way they were."

Emil