Two hours had barely passed when I heard the chime of the elevator, even from the east wing. I could hear the metallic rattle of wheels rolling across the floor into the living room followed by voices. I tried to prolong making my appearance for as long as I could. Eventually, a knock came on the door and Darian’s voice filtered through the wood, “Tess, the stylists’ are here.”
I sucked in a deep breath and reluctantly pushed myself up from the desk. He was still standing there when I opened the door. I had changed into my last clean outfit. A pair of charcoal gray slacks and a pale blue silk blouse. “Remember, anything you like. Anything you want. Consider it a bonus,” he reminded me as he accompanied me to the living room.
The penthouse had basically been transformed into a high end b
