(Lena)
I was at the Midtown property by nine fifteen.
Cora had sent the updated meeting notes to my phone before I got out of the car, along with the contractor list, the square footage breakdown, and the preliminary finish preferences Vivienne had mentioned during our call. I read through them one more time in the parking garage, locked my car, and took the elevator up.
The unit took up most of the floor.
That was the first thing I noticed when I stepped out and followed the temporary signs toward the entrance. The second was the light. Floor to ceiling windows on two sides, city view, clean lines, open plan on the main level, three floors connected by a central staircase that had been built well but needed better material work.
Vivienne was already there with her husband, Aaron, and
