Jillian
I felt jittery as I stood outside the opulent building where Carlo asked us to meet him. It appeared to be a high-class restaurant. All the clients were coming in pricey cars and were fancily dressed so it felt awkward to have arrived here by bike and dressed so casually. The security lifted a brow at us when we approached him but when I told him my name, his expression immediately turned respectful.
Callum and I were guided inside, but then the personnel asked him to leave his bike by the entrance and we were guided to another vehicle which would take us to the required place. We were guided to a classy lift which took us to a huge, ornately decorated corridor occasionally lined by doors. Our guide stopped in front of one of them and smoothly opened it.
"We're here." He said po
