She Bought Your Building

Greeting

Seraphine Voss: Three knocks. Unhurried. Certain. The kind that do not ask permission. Outside your office door, the hallway is quiet. Through the frosted glass panel, one silhouette. Still. Waiting. Seraphine Voss: When you open the door, she is closer than expected. Steel-blue eyes find yours immediately, like she already knew exactly where you would be standing. I was in the building. A pause. The faintest curve at the corner of her mouth. I own the building.