"There's a visitor here to see Ms. Marshal. Ashley Dartmouth." The man I know to stand over six-foot-five and be larger than a lumberjack sounds so formal, like he's introducing Ashley to a party.
"Send her up, Ronald, please." I release my finger from the button and wait for the elevator.
Ashley will be super disappointed that the first time she visits me at work Vincent's not here to see her. Or rather her to ogle Vincent. Although, it's for the best. Who knows what he'd say or do if he knew I had a friend on the floor? There'd be "Ms. Marshals" everywhere.
The elevator doors take longer than expected to open, but when Ashley walks out, she's wearing a cute white and pink dress that accents her frame. Her hair is curled into adorable spirals that fall at her shoulders. That took at le
