tuary. The rain had started again, a cold, miserabl

club was glowing, a beacon of warm

is keys to a valet with the exaggerated swag

told the valet. "I mig

private elevator. "Mr. Clemons! Welcome to the Pen

g to her pearl necklace. "Penthouse?

fing out his chest. "My reputation

usly. It's probably because of

e elevator, high on thei

approached th

n front of her. He looked at her wet hoodie, her muddy

oice dripping with disdain. "O

shes. "I'm meeting the Clemons

rt, sharp sound. "The VIPs in the P

ts. "No work boots. No

was tired. "Call

nt people," the Concierge sneered. "I'm

d override the lock with her phone in ten seconds. But that wou

r voice steady. "Tel

yes but picked up the phon

He was already chewing

ylan? Tell her to wait

he ungrateful

"In those rags? She'll ruin the

nd turned back to Dylan with a sm

s darkened.

e blocking the entrance

back, cross

golden glow of the windows above. This wasn't submission; it was data collection. She needed to see them in their natural habitat, to gauge their arrogance. More importantly, she needed her