THIRD PERSON'S POV
Zoey walked past the quiet lounge and headed for the elevator. She adjusted her hood twice and her dark shades too. She couldn't risk being noticed. That'll be the end of her.
Just a while ago, she'd gotten a text from the thug. He'd sounded so deranged and had left her a long line of threats if she didn't come to meet him. She thought of calling his bluff, but that was too much of a risk. The guy was a lunatic. Daring him into carrying out his crazy threats could lead to an irreparable catastrophe. A f*****g risk she could never take.
She thought of paying him off, instead of letting him f**k her. She could be a lover of d***s, but there was a status requirement, and that lunatic doesn't meet that. She could never go down on him. Not even with a gun to her head. So y
