Penn
8
My feet carried me to his building a few blocks down from mine. I let myself in the elevator that took me up to his residence. I wasn’t sure if he was home, but he hardly ever left unless he had to. He’d opened up Crew headquarters in Manhattan a decade ago and then promptly redesigned his home to include his own office space with a wall of screens to videoconference into meetings. The little introvert.
“Rowe!” I called as I let Totle off the leash, who took off running.
A muffled reply came from his office and then a laugh. I followed behind Totle and found Rowe exactly where I’d expected him, sitting at a white minimalist desk covered with computer monitors. He’d pulled Totle into his lap. No one was immune to my dog’s charms.
Rowe nodded his head at me as the only invitation
