R A Y V I N
“Rayvin Preston,” was the last thing James mumbled before passing out. I was so frightened because I thought he had died. In fact, he did die because his heart stopped completely. Then I remembered that he mentioned a safe. Why would he mention a safe? Where was the safe? How was I even going to go about it? I took my phone and called 911.
Taking the risk of leaving his side, I started my hunt. Where would a billionaire build his safe? I searched all the suspicious-looking places in a hurry, then it clicked in. His study. I went straight to his study and to fumble. I had no idea what I was looking for in particular. Through tears and a broken heart, I found a red switch under his gigantic mahogany table. It was built into the table that one wouldn't even notice that such a th
