Zella
“Name and access card,” the bouncer bellowed, glaring at me. His eyes roamed down my outfit, and he scoffed. “Rich folks and always trying to hide,”
I blushed but held my chin up, flashing the access card that had the name Miss Hawthorne on it. I had no idea how Dad got the access card and why he wasn’t doing this himself. The bouncer took the card, glanced at it, and then stepped aside to reveal the door.
“Wear your access card on your neck always. Happy bidding,”
The wig I had on was itchy, and the dark glasses I had on only made everything look much more dark and menacing. I had a red coat on. It had a rather large hood that covered most of my face. The whole point was to look unapproachable to everyone, but most especially, Isaiah.
I had lied to him that I had a client m
