The mercenaries marched me down the Westbrook mansion's lavish hallways at gunpoint. I had no idea where they were taking me, but it didn't feel like we were headed for the exits. Despite the circumstances, part of me couldn't help gawking at the ridiculous amount of luxury and opulence surrounding us on all sides.
Priceless artworks, antique vases and sculptures, plush hand-woven rugs from the Far East - it was like a scene straight out of a movie about royalty or something. Only now this whole palatial estate had been overrun by armed invaders wielding military-grade firepower. Talk about an intense juxtaposition.
Finally, the gunmen shoved me through a set of large double doors into what looked like some kind of home theater or media room. Definitely not what I was expecting as a ho
