HADES’ POV
The lounge smelt like money.
Soft jazz floated in the air, and warm golden lights glowed from the ceiling like they were poured from a bottle of expensive whiskey. The furniture was sleek, all glass, leather, and luxury. Waiters were moving all around like shadows, they were all dressed in black, and were silent as the tension in my chest.
I sat near the wide window facing the street below. I was early, but I was always early. My watch reads 6:02 PM.
The secretary sat across from me, legs crossed, arms folded. She had not said much since we got into the car and not since she sent that strange message.
I saw her fingers moving fast over the screen and then the way she smiled slightly, almost like someone who knew a secret.
Now she just stared ahead, she was quiet, like
