Chapter 2“You must be Adrian.” The decisive voice of a girl pulls me out of my concentration. I look away from the computer and blink. Damn, I must have been focused if I didn’t even hear her approach the desk.
The girl looks to be about ten or eleven, with a raised pointy chin, raven hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and determined and intelligent eyes.
“I apologize,” I say and wave at the computer. “I was in the zone. I usually notice when someone approaches. But to answer your question, yes, I’m Adrian.”
She nods. “I figured.”
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage because I don’t know who you are.” I smile.
She sits in the visitor’s chair, back straight, hands lying in her lap. Meeting my gaze, completely unafraid. “I like the bowtie,” she says. It’s a genuine statement and
