“It’s a what?!”

Eve’s first reaction was to freak out. But it wasn’t wise to jump out of a moving car, so she took a deep breath instead, trying to calm her nerves.

“It’s Mr. Atwood’s residence,” Alfred said, glancing at Eve through the rearview mirror in a slightly louder voice as if she hadn’t heard him the first time.

“And why did you bring me here?”

The car began to slow down, driving along a semi-circular path toward the mansion’s main entrance, which stood as tall as half the office building where Eve used to work. The car stopped, and Alfred turned to look at Eve, his expression nearly...