Jace

On the next day, we headed to Fergusons' house. The car ride was awkwardly silent, probably because we were all on edge.

“Jace Williams, Anna Carlson, Maxim Adriano,” I said when a guard approached our car on the parking lot. This time, we were asked to park inside the mansion. We were more important than some other guests. But this also made our exit harder. My Mercedes was locked inside.

The guard studied us all and when he confirmed our identities, he made us leave the car. Two more employees appeared and checked us for hidden weapons or items. I glanced at Anna on my right. She was wearing...