The door swung open, revealing a blonde woman in a slinky slip nightdress.
When she spotted Grey, her eyes lit up instantly. She tossed him a playful wink and spoke in a crisp, perfect British accent, "Who are you looking for?"
Grey glanced past her into the apartment. It was decked out in a classic minimalist black-and-white style, but the space was completely bare, not a stick of furniture in sight.
Catching him peering inside, the blonde didn't miss a beat. She leaned against the door-frame invitingly and purred, "Hey handsome, wanna come in and hang out for a bit?"
"Sorry." Grey shook his head, turned on his heel, and dialed the number he'd been given as he walked away.
The person on the other end of the line apologized profusely: "So sorry, Mr. Clifford, our team got the address
