“Is there a problem?” Reid asked as he made his way up the steps where an aged doorman in a green jacket held the door open and greeted him.

“Good afternoon Mr. Hastings? Do we have a visitor today?” The old doorman peered around Reid to look at Zooey.

“Oh, a pretty one she is! Always loved the girls with long dark hair, I did. Why, I don’t think you’ve ever had a visitor young Mr. Hastings, much like your crabby old aunt before you…I see you’re on the right track…” He straightened his jacket and smiled broadly at Zooey.

“Edward, leave me alone, okay?” Reid said, inconspicuously handing the old man a few bills and lifting his eyebrows as if they had some unspoken agreement where Reid paid for silence of the senile.

“Zooey, come on,” he said with a change in his tone. He was back to his nicer personality, and Zooey found that her opportunity to follow into the mysterious cavern of the rich penthouse dwellers.

Edward winked at her as she walked past and Zooey couldn’t help but smile.