Chapter 91

• Corina
• His place is like what I would imagine a modern-day Dracula would live in. Big, dark, and intimidating. But also modern, and sophisticated. Everything is mostly black or gray with a touch of white. Black marble floors, black furniture, gray curtains, white vases. No wonder the few people at work who’ve ever been here call it the lair. The penthouse is off-limits to everyone except a few trusted employees, and I was going to be one of those few. If only it was under better terms than the horror movie I am in now.
• He strides in front of me, while behind me are two of his hulking bodyguards. He leads us to a spacious living room with wall-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Black sofas, of course, and the black and white art pieces hanging on the walls. Talk about a drama queen.