AGATHA
The building where Draven and I stopped was large, tall, and heavily guarded. He didn’t even bother fixing his rumpled clothes before casually getting out of the car.
I immediately followed as his staff opened the door. Draven, without any shame, didn’t even wait for me and just walked away, making me feel like a servant trailing behind him.
“Good evening, boss,” his armed staff politely greeted him as they saw him get out of the vehicle.
He didn’t even bother acknowledging the poor man’s greeting, such arrogance. It’s like he didn’t hear anything and just walked into the large building without even looking back to see if I was following him or if I had disappeared and left him behind.
A grand hall greeted my eyes. I was surprised to see many men here, most of them standing wit
