40

IVORY

I took a bus to Bexley and alighted at the Stone Culturist's bus stop. This would be the first time I was coming here without my personal ride. The workers gawked at my unusual casual clothes but I had always been one who cared less.

I made my way to my office where Aunt Joan was inhabiting for now. My receptionist scowled at my entrance at first but plastered a fake smile when I approached her and she recognized me.

"Good evening, Miss Stone," she greeted.

I smiled at her genuinely and she was taken aback, "Good evening Tressa. How are you?"

"I...I...am...You know my name?" She finally...