The return to civilization was an easy task. Even with the traffic, Nathan's driver still managed to evade all congestion and rolled into the garage of his penthouse with fifteen minutes to spare.
The penthouse was built of bricks. Red bricks like those used for alley walls. It rose to twenty-eight stories of hallways, rooms, stairways and airlifts, all owned by the Baine family.
As the car rolled to a stop at the round-about, Nathan noticed a distinctive feminine figure at the top of the front steps. With an above-average height and ridiculously high heels, he recognised it as none other Dalia Harrington.
A go-getter and a very competitive gal, Dalia had the tendency to soak up the spotlight where ever she went. Of course, dressing like she usually didn't help the situation. Which brou
