Chapter Twenty-Two
This time when the elevator door opens on the sixth floor of the CHI offices, I’m ready. I glance at Iris. She’s dressed in a tailored suit, her gold loop earrings shimmering under the elevator lights. I smooth my hand over the hips of my charcoal grey sheath dress and take a deep breath as we exit the elevator and make our way to the receptionist.
At the sound of the door opening, a smiling Melissa looks up. Without the shellacked bun, she looks almost friendly. But the friendly smile fades when she realizes it’s me.
“Can I help you?” she asks, her gaze darting between Iris and me.
“Melissa, right? I’m here to see Christopher. He’s expecting me.”
She nods, shifts her attention to the computer screen in front of her, then picks up the phone and taps the keys. “Mr. E
