I feel weird while standing in front of the tall metal gates at the front of the Meier house. Or a mansion might be the better word for it. A very tall stone wall separates me from where I want to be. Or at least I think that’s where I want to be.
I keep looking at the number on the stone pillar to my right and the text I got from Rowan earlier today with a reminder of their address. Fifteen hundred Bakerite Drive, they both match. But I feel so out of place that I’m almost scared to press the buzzer to let me in.
I breathe deeply a few times and then try to pep myself up.
“You can do it, it’s just the buzzer of a mansion. Okay, that’s not helping at all.” I sigh and then just press the buzzer before I can regret it.
“Hello?” I hear a distinctly mal
