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Authors: Skylar Cross
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this.
Until I do what I'm about to do, that is.
Chapter 2
The Bay Towers complex stood at the water's edge. Two glittering white pillars of glass and concrete reaching to the sky in the struggling sunshine. Very expensive address.
I looked around. Vendors sold trolley tours from kiosks. Rows of school buses on field trips were parked near the Aquarium. Food vendors sold sausage sandwiches. A tall craggy man in a gray suit with a Fedora leaned on a corner while smoking a cigar. He was looking at me.
My heart jumped a little at the guy in the Fedora. He looked way out of place. Actually, he looked like he belonged in the 1940s. His gaze didn't waver. He held my eyes when I looked directly at him.
I sped up my pace across the brick-lined walkway that led to the private entrance of Bay Towers. Right before I got there, I turned around. Fedora guy was following me.
Shit.
I straightened up and walked through the doors into the lobby. Elegant yet understated, it was decorated in off-white tones that bespoke wealth. Comfortable-looking couches were lined up under floor-to-ceiling windows with a view to the harbor.
There was a pretty blonde girl working the desk and a big security man in a blue suit standing by the elevator. Hmmm. My plan had been to just walk to the elevator like I lived there but the look on the big man's face told me I'd better not do that.
I turned to the desk, switching on my customer service charm.
"Hello, my name is Kiri Than," I said. "I'm here to see Mr. Storm."
She tapped some keys on her computer. I turned my head left and saw Fedora guy nearing the entrance. Fuck me.
"Hmmm," said the girl with a fake sad smile, "I don't see your name on the approved visitors list. I'm sorry."
"That's strange," I said. "I'm from QV Bank and we had an appointment to discuss some very important matters. Is there any way you could call Mr. Storm and tell him I'm here?"
"I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to confirm or deny whether or not anyone lives here and if you're not on the approved visitors list then there is nothing I can do."
Fedora guy walked in, heading directly toward me. I felt a chill drift through the lobby.
"Okay," I said. "But I really don't think Mr. Storm will appreciate this. He really wanted to go over–"
"It's okay, Jenny," said Fedora guy as he stood next to me. "You can let her up."
I turned and looked at him. Everything about him was gray. Gray eyes, gray suit, almost gray skin. His face looked like it was carved from stone. He could be anywhere from forty to seventy but I couldn't tell.
"My name is Forrester," he said without emotion, looking directly into my eyes. "I work for Mr. Storm."
He gestured toward the elevator. I turned and walked. He came with me. The burly security guy moved out of the way without smiling.
I didn't like the thought of getting in the elevator with this stranger but I didn't seem to have much of a choice. The door opened. I stepped in. Forrester joined me.
Of course, I could ask if Caden Storm would come down to meet me in the lobby. That would feel safer.
Too late. The elevator door closed and I was on my way up. Fine. Whatever happens, happens.
We said nothing as the numbers rose. Once they hit 44, they stopped but didn't open. Forrester put a round key into a keyhole underneath the floor buttons, turned it, and the door opened.
Forrester motioned me forward without a smile. I think his chin might fall off if he tried.
I stepped into a plain but elegant vestibule with a mirror over a low table. On the table sat a small lamp and a bouquet of spring flowers.
Directly ahead of me was a large oak door with elegant squares carved into it. To its left was a keypad with a red light.
Forrester walked up to the keypad, covered it with one hand, and typed a code in. There was a click. The red light turned green.
He opened the door and motioned
Until I do what I'm about to do, that is.
Chapter 2
The Bay Towers complex stood at the water's edge. Two glittering white pillars of glass and concrete reaching to the sky in the struggling sunshine. Very expensive address.
I looked around. Vendors sold trolley tours from kiosks. Rows of school buses on field trips were parked near the Aquarium. Food vendors sold sausage sandwiches. A tall craggy man in a gray suit with a Fedora leaned on a corner while smoking a cigar. He was looking at me.
My heart jumped a little at the guy in the Fedora. He looked way out of place. Actually, he looked like he belonged in the 1940s. His gaze didn't waver. He held my eyes when I looked directly at him.
I sped up my pace across the brick-lined walkway that led to the private entrance of Bay Towers. Right before I got there, I turned around. Fedora guy was following me.
Shit.
I straightened up and walked through the doors into the lobby. Elegant yet understated, it was decorated in off-white tones that bespoke wealth. Comfortable-looking couches were lined up under floor-to-ceiling windows with a view to the harbor.
There was a pretty blonde girl working the desk and a big security man in a blue suit standing by the elevator. Hmmm. My plan had been to just walk to the elevator like I lived there but the look on the big man's face told me I'd better not do that.
I turned to the desk, switching on my customer service charm.
"Hello, my name is Kiri Than," I said. "I'm here to see Mr. Storm."
She tapped some keys on her computer. I turned my head left and saw Fedora guy nearing the entrance. Fuck me.
"Hmmm," said the girl with a fake sad smile, "I don't see your name on the approved visitors list. I'm sorry."
"That's strange," I said. "I'm from QV Bank and we had an appointment to discuss some very important matters. Is there any way you could call Mr. Storm and tell him I'm here?"
"I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to confirm or deny whether or not anyone lives here and if you're not on the approved visitors list then there is nothing I can do."
Fedora guy walked in, heading directly toward me. I felt a chill drift through the lobby.
"Okay," I said. "But I really don't think Mr. Storm will appreciate this. He really wanted to go over–"
"It's okay, Jenny," said Fedora guy as he stood next to me. "You can let her up."
I turned and looked at him. Everything about him was gray. Gray eyes, gray suit, almost gray skin. His face looked like it was carved from stone. He could be anywhere from forty to seventy but I couldn't tell.
"My name is Forrester," he said without emotion, looking directly into my eyes. "I work for Mr. Storm."
He gestured toward the elevator. I turned and walked. He came with me. The burly security guy moved out of the way without smiling.
I didn't like the thought of getting in the elevator with this stranger but I didn't seem to have much of a choice. The door opened. I stepped in. Forrester joined me.
Of course, I could ask if Caden Storm would come down to meet me in the lobby. That would feel safer.
Too late. The elevator door closed and I was on my way up. Fine. Whatever happens, happens.
We said nothing as the numbers rose. Once they hit 44, they stopped but didn't open. Forrester put a round key into a keyhole underneath the floor buttons, turned it, and the door opened.
Forrester motioned me forward without a smile. I think his chin might fall off if he tried.
I stepped into a plain but elegant vestibule with a mirror over a low table. On the table sat a small lamp and a bouquet of spring flowers.
Directly ahead of me was a large oak door with elegant squares carved into it. To its left was a keypad with a red light.
Forrester walked up to the keypad, covered it with one hand, and typed a code in. There was a click. The red light turned green.
He opened the door and motioned
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