My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
I stood outside the tall glass building in the middle of downtown, staring up at the words “Vanguard Tower” glowing in cold white letters. My cheap black heels were already hurting my feet, and my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.
This was my last option.
I took a deep breath and walked into the lobby. The security guard barely looked at me before nodding toward the private elevator. Apparently, I was expected.
When the elevator doors opened on the 58th floor, I stepped into a world that felt completely different from my own. Dark marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and silence so thick it felt expensive.
A woman in a crisp white blouse was waiting for me.
“Miss Ellis?” she asked politely. “Mr. Kane will see you now.”
Kane.
