CHAPTER 24
I stood in front of a tall, modern building—the address Sandra had sent me. My heart pounded as I stared up at it, nerves crawling over my skin. This was it. There was no turning back now. I took a deep breath and stepped into the lobby. At the front desk, I told the receptionist who I was here to see. She picked up the phone to make a call, and I stood there, fidgeting, afraid of what the next few minutes might bring. What if he didn’t want to see me? But then she hung up and gave a small smile. “Penthouse,” she said, pointing to the elevator. “He’s expecting you.” My chest tightened with relief—and new anxiety. I thanked her and walked toward the elevator, each step feeling heavier than the last. Inside the elevator, I leaned against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. If he w
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