The building looked different at night. Ivy stood in front of the revolving glass doors, her reflection ghost-like in the glossy surface. It was quiet, too quiet, the city hum muffled by the height and luxury of the tower. Her fingers trembled as she typed in the code she’d been sent. The lock clicked open with a metallic sigh. The lobby lights were dimmed, casting shadows across the marble floor. There was no receptionist this time. Just silence and the soft echo of her heels as she crossed to the elevator.
She wore what they had asked for. A black fitted dress that clung to her hips and cinched at her waist, just low enough at the neckline to feel scandalous but not enough to look unprofessional. She had stared at herself in the mirror for ten minutes before leaving her apartment, quest
