CHAPTER 72. CAUGHT IN THE ACT

HARA

I arrived at the address Roland had texted me last night. Alighting from the taxi, I was awed by the gigantic building in front of me. For a second there, I thought the taxi driver had got the address all wrong, but I could see the address boldly inscribed on the building.

Roland had pleaded that we meet and talk at a restaurant and had texted me the address. But I never imagined he was talking about a place like this.

My slow steps led me through the revolving door into the building and I gasped at the exquisite interior. Thank goddess I...