Turns out, I'm in an impressively large penthouse and not in Canada.
The round walls, floor to ceiling, are mostly made of windows that give a beautiful view of the city with the curtains pulled open. The wide-spaced sitting room has two large curved sofas with grey, white and black cushions neatly arranged on it. The hardwood floor is smooth, and the ceiling is sky-high. There's a bar at the back and a spiral staircase leading upstairs.
Reagan pulls me to the stairs while I stare at everything in awe. Reagan. I like the sound of that name.
My eyes shifting from one spot to another when I heard him say,
"The rest are probably asleep by now." I turn to him then.
"You'll get to meet them tomorrow."
"The rest?" I ask as we emerge into a long hallway. Our light footsteps are the on
