MEREDITH:
Before I could gather my thoughts, the words already slipped out of my mouth. Miles's presence overshadowed my thinking. If I read his body language correctly, he wasn't kidding about what he was about to show me, and my gut feeling told me I wasn't ready for it. Still, I asked for it and would eventually face the consequences.
We pulled up to a busy area. Girls lined up in their skimpy outfits, struggling to get in, and the guys over-dressed to impress. Miles's guards first stepped out of the black van they rode in. From behind us, they inspected the premises before informing Brandon through the wired coil around his ears that the path was clear.
“Sir, the area is clear,” Brandon in turn informed us.
“I can't believe you are taking me to a club on a Monday in my work outfit.
