ANGELA’S POV
Stepping out of the cab felt like crossing into an entirely different world.
I was immediately surrounded by quiet, polished luxury meant only for people of wealth and power.
Hanzo was both.
This was the kind of hotel that left chocolates on the pillows and charged more for one night than most people earned in months.
I felt painfully out of place.
My simple cherry-red dress looked cheap next to the silk gowns, glittering jewels, and fur coats worn by the women gliding through the lobby.
I adjusted my jacket with nervous fingers and started across the impressive marble floor.
“Miss Anderson?”
Before I could reach the front desk, a man in a black suit with a name tag reading Steve approached me.
“Y-yes?” I cleared my throat, startled that a complete stranger alrea
