UMMA: We arrived in a limousine. I felt like Yoon Se-ri.
BEA: lol. Are you at the lounge now?
UMMA: Yes, it is very quiet. Like a rich library.
BEA: Try the gimbap. I had it last time, it’s pretty good.
UMMA: I will.
UMMA: Someone just asked if I wanted a massage. Do I have to pay?
BEA: No, it’s part of their service.
UMMA: They give a free massage before a flight?
BEA: To relax you
UMMA: Is it stressful to fly?
BEA: Not in first
UMMA: I told Papa. He’s going to get one.
BEA: I’m shocked. Papa doesn’t usually let strangers touch him.
UMMA: He said he should get Rafael his money’s worth
Bea grinned, and put her phone down. She was just in time to hear Lillian, who had joined for lunch, ask an earnest question about the lifespan of nine-tailed foxes.
Her phone buzzed again.
Incoming call: Martin (Building Manager)
“Hi, Martin.”
“Bea. There’s a delivery for you.”
“Okay…”
“It’s a portrait.”
“Of what?”
“You and Mr. Griffin.”
Her mind attempted computation, then rejected the data.“Uh, could you keep it behind the desk for me? We’ll be home soon.”
“That’s the thing. I can’t. It’s…exceptionally large.”
“How large?”
Claire and Lillian stopped talking and leaned in.
“Life-sized,” Martin said. Then, after a beat, “If you were the size of a Nephilim.”
That sounded biblical, and she did not want her likeness involved.
“I see. So where is it now?”
