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Along with heavy footsteps all around me, employees must rush back to their work after lunch, flashing their access cards and flying through the panels, holding on to their coffees.
There is even a small reception area with several chairs and a small table in front of them while a small counter behind them has everything from coffee to tea to pastries, the delicious smells floating in the air and twitching my nose.
I’ve never felt more out of place in my life, and my best friend comes from a rich family!
A soft, monotone voice pulls me back from my musings. “How can I help you?” I turn around to see a woman who must be in her early thirties sitting behind one of the counters as she taps on her earpiece and types something into the computer.
“Hi.” I come closer and place my hands on the counter, smiling at her. She doesn’t return it; she just waits for me to answer her question. “I’d like to see Octavius Reed.”
She adjusts her eyeglasses. “Could you please tell me your name?”
“Sure. Isla Evans.”
She types something again, scrolling with her mouse. “I don’t see your name on the list. Did you get a confirmation email on your appointment? If yes, could you please give the code they provided you?”
Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought, but then again, did I even think all this through?
Ever since receiving that necklace, all I could think about was the Church Killer who showed up in my life, once again playing a game. Even though seeking Octavius is probably part of his plan, I have to know if they’re connected in any way.
The kid fell asleep on my couch an hour after eating, so covering him with a blanket, I grabbed my laptop and started doing all the research on the name that rang a bell, but I couldn’t put a face to it.
Well, once I’d done my research, I realized I could put more than a face to it. Maybe that’s why I hoped to get an appointment with a man who is considered practically a god in this town.
“I don’t have an appointment, but I have very important information I need to share with him.”
“I’m sorry. You can’t come in without an appointment.” She makes several clicks with her mouse, and I hear another paper starting to print. “We have a form you can fill out to get an appointment with one of his managers. And then if it’s important enough, you might get an appointment with Mr. Reed.” She scrolls some more. “In six months to a year.”
In six months? Is she insane?
“I don’t think you understand…”
She removes her earpiece, gets up, and snatches the paper, sliding it to me, dropping her voice to a hushed whisper. “No, I don’t think you understand. You’re trying to mess with the wrong guy.” She sighs and looks around before inching closer. “You seem like a nice person, so I’m going to give you advice. They will squash you, so whatever you have in mind, just leave.” She sits back on her chair, puts in her earpiece, and types some more. “That’s all.”
Oh God.
Huffing in frustration at my own stupidity for walking in here so unprepared and ending up being a fool, I grab the form and read through it, folding it in my hands because, no way will I wait this long.
So I have one last resort. I didn’t want to involve them in this. To get my answers, I’m even ready to withstand a myriad of questions as long as it gives me what I want.
Sighing, I slide my screen open and start a new message thread with a person I thought I’d never message in my life.
Hi. I need a huge favor.
To my shock, Callum’s reply comes instantly.
What kind of favor?
I need to talk to Octavius Reed. Can you make that happen?
I wait for his reply because my sanity hangs on it when the hushed murmurs around me become louder, and it seems as if time stops. “They are here,” someone whispers, awe filling her voice, and I glance at the entrance, stilling when four expensive black sports cars park one after another. The energy shifting around us at once becomes charged with tension and a wickedness that sends tremors down my spine.
Electricity rushes through my veins, awakening every hair on my body, and the ground seems to shift underneath me as the powerful blast almost threatens to knock me on my ass when their sheer presence alone evokes complete surrender and inability to move.
All you can do is stare at them.
They get out of their cars in perfect sync with one another, and even the wind seems to still around them, recognizing the chaos they might cause should anyone dare to cross them.
After all, they get whatever they want, and if someone stands in their way?
