Vivienne's POV
Ella called me on a Friday morning.
Not a message. A call. Ella messaged as a default. She found calls inefficient for most purposes and said so regularly and without apology. When she called it meant something that couldn't wait for a message and couldn't be condensed into one.
I picked up.
"Can you come to my office," she said. "Today if possible."
"What is it."
"Today if possible," she said again.
I went.
....
Her office was on the fourteenth floor of a building on the east side that housed four different legal and financial practices and had the specific atmosphere of a place where serious things were handled seriously. Ella's space within it reflected her completely. Clean surfaces. Nothing on her desk that didn't have a function. One plant in the corner that w
