SETH JOHNSON'S RESIDENCE
Bridget arrived at the Johnson estate, her heels clicking sharply against the grounds of the driveway.
She took a moment to look up at the flashy structure. Typical Seth—always had to live in luxury.
She pressed the doorbell and waited. After a moment, Seth’s voice came through the intercom. “What do you want, Bridget?”
“I’m here to see you. Let me in, Seth.”
There was a pause, then the sound of the heavy front doors unlocking. “Come in.”
Bridget pushed the door open, a young woman trailing quietly behind her. The woman, dressed in a suit, kept her head high, she walked almost as if she were rehearsing every step.
Seth was waiting for them in the sitting room, leaning against the grand fireplace, his crutches in hand, his expression was indifferent. “Why ar
