Chapter 63 An Intruder
- Ignazio
- As I stepped out of the sleek, silver elevator, the soft chime echoing through the marble-lined lobby, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the subtle hint of leather from the plush armchairs.
- I glanced at my watch, the Rolex ticking away on my wrist, and nodded to myself. It was time to wrap things up.