Tyler was right—I couldn't even get into Blue Knight anymore.

When Zachary and I entered the lobby and headed to the elevators, someone at the front desk immediately approached. A young woman, probably around twenty, stood politely in front of us, extending her hand, "Do you have an appointment? Who are you here to see?"

I ignored her and swiped my card, rushing into the elevator.

Zachary followed me, giving me a thumbs-up, "Only someone like you ...