"Sarah, wait."
The words left his mouth before his brain fully approved them.
She paused at the elevator threshold, turning back with a polite, questioning expression. "Yes, Mr. Ryujin Tiamat?"
Mr. Ryujin Tiamat. That was going to take some getting used to. Every time someone said it, he felt like he should be looking over his shoulder for his father.
"The receptionist," Phei said. "The one at the front desk. What's her name?"
Sarah's eyebrows rose just slightly. Professional curiosity, maybe. Or maybe she was mentally filing him under "probably going to be one of those residents."
"Calistra," she said. "Calistra Vance."
Calistra.
The name rolled through his mind like honey over gravel. Smooth and rough at the same time. Unusual. Memorable. The kind of name that belonged to someone who made receptionists at luxury towers look like runway models.
"Thank you," he said, keeping his voice casual. Unbothered. Like he asked about random staff members all the time.
