Mr. Lawson's chair was facing the large glass window behind him and as Zion spoke, he slowly turned the chair in their direction and Aria thought she had seen a ghost.
"You!"
Zion turned to glare at me and I didn't even pay him any attention. The person I was seeing in that chair couldn't possibly be Mr. Lawson. It couldn't.
"Carl?" I asked just to be sure even if my eyes were looking at the devil smirk at me.
He wasn't a tidbit surprised, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew about this. Was this some kind of acting? Did he have a look-alike?
My vision and my brain refused to correlate. I felt intense pain on the side of my head and I thought I would go mad. How could Carl, a s*x worker be Mr. Lawson, owner, and CEO of the famous and powerful Lawson Group? How?
I turned back to
