—Alec—
“We’re here, sir,” Mr. Benson announced.
I looked up from my phone—the Maybach had pulled up into the VIP parking lot of my favorite mall.
My gaze drifted across the tinted windows and sighted my security, keeping tabs on me from a respectful distance.
Good. Today, I intend to keep a low profile.
A valet surged forward, opened the door, and bowed. “Welcome, Mr. Rivera.”
Glancing at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, I tucked my phone into my pocket, and alighted from the car.
My steps were swift and purposeful as I headed toward the private elevator and pressed in the number for the top floor.
I glanced at my watch. It was 2 PM.
The glass doors closed and the elevator began its smooth ascent, dinging open again at the top floor.
Exhaling, I stepped into the
