KAYLA

A couple of hours later, I was walking to Diego's office. He was usually there around this time. When I got there, I waited for his secretary to tell me to go in. There were other people waiting in line. They arrived just after me. Diego was supposedly attending to a client in his office. But it was taking so long.

Who was he attending to? And what sort of business did they have to discuss? It was taking longer than necessary. After an hour, he was still not done. Time was slipping right through my fingers.

It took thirty more minutes before the door slid open and a...