The black Rolls-Royce went back into the city and came to a stop after passing the first subway entrance sign. Nina bid farewell to Alonso, stepping into the subway station, confident yet penniless.
Luck was on her side. No police were guarding the entrance. She crouched, ducked, twisted her waist, and stood up, her movements clumsy, but they didn't hinder her from slipping through without paying.
Over an hour later, she arrived on the other side of the city, walking into a sleek office building. With her sweet smile and tidy outfit, she charmed the security guard into letting her through and then took the elevator up to the 12th floor.
"Hi, can you tell me where Livia Chick is? Hello! Which desk is Livia Chick's?"
On a bustling weekday morning at ten, freshly escaped from her high-soc
