Chapter 3A tension headache was starting to crawl across Aaron’s forehead, drawing furrows in his brow and creasing the corners of his eyes. When Aaron noticed the hateful crow’s feet mocking him from the gleaming mirror in Dante’s tasteful office, he couldn’t hold back the tsk. He closed his eyes when Dante’s assistant glanced over, took a deep breath, and fought to keep on the mask of indifference.
Above, an overhead fan whirled slowly and silently. Classical music purred subtly from hidden speakers. Black and white photographs of buildings and temples in varying degrees of ruin accented dove gray walls and black leather furniture. Plush gray carpeting had softened every step of his arrival. Through slitted eyes, Aaron studied the attractive assistant, tapping diligently on his keyboard
