“I used a pseudonym for you – in case anyone was to suspect you living here. If anyone were to come here looking for a Sara Hopewell, they would be told no one by that name resides here.”
“Oh. I see. Am I going to be able to choose my new name when the time comes? Or are you making me the disgusting Amanda Carter forever?”
“You absolutely can choose your own name,” he said chuckling. “I thought Amanda was rather suitable for you.”
Sara gave him a dirty look and rolled her eyes.
The elevator doors sprang open once they reached the eightieth floor. Sara and Derek stepped out of the elevator at the same time, arriving at a large double door, made of solid, polished wood. Derek opened a small slot, and Sara was presented with another keypad.
“How do you possibly remember such long co
