Nico:
My Lamborghini makes a stop in The Vesper Institute of Fine Arts, one of the most prominent arts centers in the country. I come out of the car, and pull up my sunglasses staring at the building in front of me.
This isn't my kind of stop, the thought of spending two hours drinking champagne and pretending to be interested in the pictures doesn't fascinate me. I'm tired as f**k, I haven't slept well in two days but there is only one reason why I'm here.
Her.
Camillia West.
I may or may not have hacked into her personal computer, displaying her schedule for the day, so maybe that's how I know that she will be here. I hand over my coat and keys to the valet, and step into the arts center.
My gaze sweeps across the exhibition, towering oil paintings, marble sculptures, abstract can
