CAEL’S POV
Hello, New York.
Upon landing, I called my assistant, Charles. I was tired from the seven hour trip but it would be over soon since Charles was coming to pick us up. Zara and I watched a limousine appear and Zara’s face lit up.
“Charles is so fast,” she said, standing. “Let’s go.”
“Wait,” I stopped her. “I am not the owner of that limousine.”
“Maybe Charles rented it,” she pointed out.
“No,” I shook my head sideways. I watched even more carefully and a man got out of the car and started to walk towards us. Zara gasped almost immediately and I stood up, standing by her, “Do you know him?”
Before she could reply, he was right in front of us. He faced me directly and extended his hand, “My name is Gerald Holt, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I didn’t shake hands with him. I k
