For once, nothing has broken or gone horribly wrong all morning. There have been no rat sightings; no meetings canceled at the last minute. No lost paperwork or phone calls from irate suppliers. When we arrive back in the Ignis lobby, the elevator even pings and slides open. Yes! Finally, a win! I could cheer.
"Oh, look." I nudge my silent assistant. We stopped holding hands two blocks ago, unlacing our fingers by tacit agreement as we got closer to the office. "They must have fixed it already. Good job."
Philomena grunts. She trails me into the mirrored elevator, and she doesn't say a single word as we rise through the building. At least we're not panting up those stairs.
And it's odd, seeing our reflections side by side. We look... good. Like a matched pair. My brown hair beside her b
