Gunnar offered to drive Evan to Calloway's home across town, but Evan refused. He didn't want to break up the business meeting, and he figured Gunnar was far too toasted to drive. He followed his boyfriend's directions to Calloway's three-story colonial. He knocked on the large door before noticing an intercom. He pressed the black button below the metallic speaker and waited a moment.
“Hello?” a voice buzzed through the static.
“This is Evan Booth,” he replied nervously. “Gunnar sent me.”
The front door clicked and the speaker informed him, “Door's open. I'm in my office, second room on the right.”
“Thanks.” Evan opened the door and let himself in.
The old colonial had been converted, thanks to Gunnar’s anal-retentive eye, into a modern marvel. Primary colors splashed across the wall
