Ian's POV
The lobby of SM Group's New York office was exactly what I'd expected.
Understated and precise. The kind of space that didn't need to announce itself because everything in it already did, the staff who moved without hurrying and the reception desk positioned so that anyone who walked through the front door arrived at it naturally.
I walked through the front door.
The receptionist looked up before I reached the desk. Young, composed, the particular alertness of someone trained to read arrivals before they spoke.
"Good morning." Her smile was professional. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I don't."
"Can I take your name?"
"Ian Vance."
She typed something without looking away from me. "And who are you here to see, Mr. Vance?"
"Elara Rhodes."
Nothing moved in her expression.
