MEGAN

I OPENED the door to a huge man standing in front of me. He looked like he just came from a war in the desert with strong eye contact, tanned skin, and a well-trained straight posture.

“Good evening, Miss Simons. My name is Jack Davis. You can call me Davis, and I am here to take you to Mr. Wood’s penthouse.”

I gaped as if he was talking in a foreign language.

Warily, I already was gripping the door handle tightly as I angled myself away from him. “And he can’t come, why?” I asked when he mentioned Forrest.

“Mr. Wood is caught up with something, Miss Simons.”

Although...