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‘You have to admit,’ Jaime said, stepping into the elevator after Ava the next day, ‘that yesterday’s little opera was pretty entertaining. I mean, the hubris!’ He pressed the round number 2 and hung his amber-tinted glasses on his shirt pocket as they descended.
Ava bristled. ‘I don’t know, I feel for him,’ she said. ‘I mean, the poor guy…’
The elevator dinged and opened. ‘Poor guy?’ Jaime said, stepping out. ‘Ava, please. What is he even doing back in New York, do you think?’
‘He probably came back to haunt you in particular,’ Ava said. She looked around the Test Floor, which was buzzing with activity. On the south side of the room, a team of engineers assembled a Sleepy Rocking Chair. On the north side, a crew tightened bolts on an Effusive Bathroom Vanity. A third group appeared
