“You have got to be f*****g kidding me,” I hissed as I looked from the map on my phone to the building in front of me.
The butterflies kicked up in my stomach. I couldn’t be in the correct place. I just couldn’t. The card Atticus had given me was black with a metallic-gold inlay that held only a symbol on one side and an address on the other. But the symbol didn’t match the logo etched onto the glass.
The de Loughrey building was the third tallest in the city and was completely inhabited by the de Loughrey Corporation, one of the largest companies in the world. They were so large that de Loughrey was a household name.
All night I’d worried about why Atticus wanted to see me. It was so out of the blue and had my stomach in such terrible knots that I’d barely slept.
For the last year, wa
