Theodore
I drive into the underground parking and am about to turn into the direction of the lots assigned to the employees, as Nathanael pulls at my hoodie.
With a gesture of his head, he incites me to drive in the other direction, where I know he and the other high-ups keep their cars.
I don’t see a reason to protest and make the engine howl as I regain speed, turning into another part of the parking basement.
This literally gives me the chills, as even this part of the building is divided into two insanely different-looking constructions. These guys even have compartments, making it look like every car has its own room.
And three protective walls around its front.
‘All the way down. The Sian is mine,’ he simply states, his voice echoing through my mind with nonchalance as if
