Fiona
“Fiona Aldridge?”
I turn, finding the owner of the light, questioning voice. A petite dark-haired woman watches me with curious eyes and a smile.
“Yes,” I answer, feeding another paper into the copier. Even though she looks slightly familiar, I don’t believe I’ve met her. Or at lease, I hope I haven’t. I try to remember everyone I meet so no one is upset, but this company is huge.
“I’m Sophie, Reid’s sister,” she says warmly, offering her hand.
“Oh, thank you so much for letting me borrow your—”
I go to shake her hand, but when she takes my fingers in hers, she lifts them to her forehead and bows her head like Reid and Isaac had done. It catches me off guard, and I whip my head to the left and right just to find that no one else is around us.
“You don’t have to do whatev
