Lucy
When we were done, Stacy led me out of her office and down the hall. We went down the hall to a different elevator.
“This elevator bank is off-limits to any clients. They’re the private apartments,” she said and stopped by a desk. The woman behind the desk smiled and handed her a card.
“They just finished up.”
“You all are a dream.” Stacy took the card and grinned. “Whitley here is head of housing logistics. You run into an issue, you let her know, and she’ll get it fixed.”
I nodded and waved as I followed Stacy into the elevator. She hummed as the elevator started to glide down.
“I’m on floor three. You can call or come down if you want to talk. If I’m not there, there will be a sign and usually a note about where I might be. I tend to be around most days, though. We usually
