Chapter 22
The van pulled up, and the band wove their way out of the door, and onto the sidewalk. It was a busy, narrow city street, and the cars behind the van honked in outrage at the illegal parking, but the van’s driver was unflustered, handing Emily out. “Call me when you are through,” he told Aaron.
The building was a gleaming tower of glass, very modern, and the foyer featured neon points of colour on the floor and walls. Aaron did not need directions but led the way into the elevator and pressed the button for the eleventh floor.
“Why do they always put mirrors in elevators?” James wondered looking at the many angles of himself and adjusting his posture and the set of his jaw.
“So, you can check your lipstick before meetings?” Emily speculated trying to ignore the reflection of a woman who was not her.
“To make occupants feel less claustrophobic,” Aaron supplied. Emily decided he was probably right.