August
“Why are we here?” August eyed the massive house through the limo window and then turned to watch the iron gates slowly close behind them.
“This is where he asked me to bring you, mister.”
“He didn’t want me to go to the office?”
“No mister, he said the house.”
August caught the inside of his cheek with his teeth, unsure as to why his heart was racing but taking it as a pretty trustworthy sign that he shouldn’t be there. “Have you seen Doren arrive at all?”
“Not before I left to get you, mister. Of course, he may have arrived since. Please, let me get the door for you. I’ll be around in just one second.”
August shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I’m a big boy. I got it.”
The driver turned in his seat and smiled sadly as August stepped out. “I don’t know, mister. You seem like a
