Mia
We arrived at the Bosworth Hotel and Resort fifteen minutes later. The place wasn’t so different from The Maxwell after all. It was busy and lively with tourists and businessmen enjoying their time drinking, dining, and gambling.
Once we came to the penthouse, which took up the entire top floor of the building, I noticed James’ stance was rather tense. I couldn’t help myself and glanced over at him, more than a little worried. Personally, I hoped William wasn’t around. After all, the two, despite being friends, didn’t really get along well.
“James?” I asked, drawing his attention to me. “Are you sure you want to…um…?”
James snorted with amusement, as if he knew what my concern was and what I was about to ask.
“It’s fine,” he said bluntly. He stepped forward and knocked on the door
