–Deanne–
I glanced at Livana, who carefully placed her fork down.
"I got it," Caine said, already standing. I followed him a few seconds later, my heels silent on the floor.
He was checking the monitor. A figure in a hood had rung the bell, deliberately keeping her face out of the camera's view.
"How may I help you?" Caine asked as I stood beside him, eyes narrowing at the screen.
"I'm looking for Mr. Gray," she said.
"You're at the wrong house, Miss," Caine replied coolly.
"I can't be mistaken," she insisted, glancing around nervously. She was wearing a black face mask and sunglasses. Her hands trembled slightly—clearly shaken.
"Is this the Apollo Penthouse?" she asked.
"This is Athena Penthouse," Caine said, flat and unmoved.
She checked again, mumbled an apology, and turned away.
Caine switched off the microphone and looked at me.
"That was weird." I mumbled.
"She looks familiar… I think she's a celebrity."
"Oh really?" I asked as he shrugged.
