TWENTY-SIX
THE ELEVATOR OPENED to a foyer area filled with goons. Guess that was to be expected given how many rich, influential people were in the building. But it was no glamorous party. No, that was downstairs in the fancy ballroom. The real work was done in an upper floor suite… apparently. Not the penthouse, just a standard suite. Was there a reason for the downgrade? These people couldn’t be used to anything less than premium attention.
The goons in black weren’t in formation. They just loitered, watching as Harry took her across the foyer into the open suite. If it was a setup, they’d have a fight getting back to the elevator.
Hopefully, Styx had checked it out and given Harry the go. Now she sort of regretted not being on the primary frequency.
A woman just inside the door held
