Chapter 9

• The doors opened, and she tilted her head down to look at the floor, a habit born of avoiding idle chat and intrusive friend-makers. She always avoided interaction when she could.
• Two sets of feet with expensive-looking leather shoes strolled in, dark pant legs that seemed like pricey fabric, and they turned to face away from her. One man kept his voice low as they directed the conversation to one another.
• “We should have used the other elevators…. This is for regular staff.” The first voice was smooth and husky, and he sounded a little older than Meilei. Probably late twenties or early thirties.