Chapter 102 Ch One Hundred And Two

• Malcolm had parked in his Bugatti Centodieci in the underground parking lot of ANCLAIR the same way he did the previous night, and had texted her the same way, hoping she would reply to his message as she promised that she would, so that he would not have to go up again to convince her to come with him.
• As he sat patiently and awaited a reply, his fingers drummed anxiously on the steering wheel of his car, his mind filled with extremely disturbing thoughts and unsettling questions.
• The previous day’s conversation between them replayed incessantly in his head like a staccato of dilemma, his heart thumping in unrest at the slightest possibility of it being real.