Lucky for me, it was still early, and the traffic was pretty light. I rode up to the justice building with no time to spare and hurried inside with my heart in my throat, stuffing the headphones into my bag. There was a giant board with office listings in the lobby. I found where David Gray was and pushed through the door marked STAIRS. I raced up to the third floor and stumbled into the office with my lungs on fire. My breaths were shallow gasps as I hunched over in the doorway, trying to compose myself.
“Uh… miss?” an uncertain voice said somewhere ahead of me. I straightened up and found I was being judged by a blond lady behind a desk.
“W-Wailer… for Gray…” I wheezed, clutching a stitch in my side.
“Oh! Good morning, Miss Wailer. He said to show you right in,” the woman said with a
