Chapter SIX ELLIE

The intercom buzzed just as I yanked my tank top over my head. Fluffing my hair quickly, I slid across the floor in my sock-covered feet and pressed the button.

“Ellie? There’s someone downstairs for you, dear. A Mr. Ramirez?”

Mrs. Stevens’ voice sounded fuzzy through the intercom speaker. Each floor had one right by the newly installed, double locked doors Meredith had the construction crew put in.

She’d managed to create five units out of one house, and the result was literally perfect for the people who would be staying there. So far, it was just me and Sammy and Mrs. Stevens.

“Ellie?”

Shit. I forgot to answer. Unsure of what to say. I settled on keeping it simple.

“Um, thank you. Mrs. Stevens. Can he come up, please?”

“He is on Mrs. Aziz’s approved visitor list, so yes, he can, but I wanted to check with you first.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Stevens. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, dear. Don’t forget we have a strict eleven PM curfew on visitors.”