‘Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.’ Julie reached forward to pat Hannah’s hand where it rested on the counter. ‘We all loved having you here. But I guess I understand too, considering.’ She shook her head. ‘Honestly, who’d have guessed that you guys even knew each other, let alone worked together. What are the chances?’

Hannah bit her lip, keen to move off the topic of Rob. ‘Everything has been … a lot.’ She shook her head to stay on track. She didn’t need to lay her entire sob story on the super. ‘Obviously I’ll alert Courtney’s people, but I suppose if you and Bruno could maybe keep an eye on her mail and deliveries and whatnot? You know she gets a lot of stuff. No furniture or build-related deliveries scheduled as far as I know.’ She went through the mental checklist she had been compiling in her head since she’d made the decision to vacate. ‘It’s just I don’t want any mail or packages to disturb Ed again. Since things are on such an even keel now.’

Julie nodded her head in understanding. ‘Of course. Though I’m guessing he’s all sunshine and rainbows at the moment too. It would take a lot to bring him down. Though of course, you know that better than me.’ She laughed, which Hannah thought was a curious response, considering. ‘You know, you really did work wonders with him,’ she added, with a twinkle in her eye. ‘He’s a whole different guy these days.’

Hannah grimaced. ‘So maybe my time here wasn’t a complete disaster.’

‘Not in the least,’ Julie agreed. ‘And of course you have my word that Bruno and I’ll keep an eye on P-2-related activity until Courtney returns.’

Thanking her once more, Hannah promised to say goodbye before she left for good and then headed back up to the penthouse floor. The elevator opened and she headed down the hallway, casting a glance at P-1 as she passed.

Inside, she was immediately greeted by the cat. Placing her bag on the kitchen counter, she started scratching the faithful feline’s head before heading to the cupboard and grabbing another tin of Fancy Feast, opening it up and placing it on the floor.

Resting her head in her hand, Hannah watched it eat, now wondering what to do with it when she left. She obviously couldn’t lock it in the apartment to fend for itself, nor could she leave the window open for it to pop in and out as it pleased.