The girl who spoke was on the couch opposite Alex, positioned in the kind of way that made Alex think of magazine spreads, all elegant lines and an imperious red mouth, eyes that were dark and luminous. Her voice—she had been the one who asked Yuling Wang, so carelessly, about leaving this job behind. “Fine,” Will said. “Will you introduce yourself, at least?” A slow, pleased smile. “My name is Irene Chen,” she said, and of course this was Will’s sister.
