The following morning Iris was laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, strangely despondent. Jay had been gone when her eyes opened, and she’d wanted him to be there. She felt weirdly lonely.
Her phone rang and she stretched sideways and lifted it, smiling at Oakley’s name flashing on the screen as if she’d known she needed to talk. “Hey Oakley.”
“Hey. Are you coming into work today?”
“Yes and no. Yes, I’m coming into the building, but Jay and I came to an agreement. I’m no longer working reception in the main lobby. If I want to work, I have to work at the reception desk on his floor because he’s worried the people who have my mother and father are going to steal me from the foyer.” She grumbled with irritation. “If you missed it, the agreement is I do what he tells me, and I don’t h
