Amelia
He parks his car in the parking lot of a large, nondescript building.
For the entirety of the drive, he didn't say a word to me. I oscillate between assuring myself that everything is fine and then convincing myself that I'm in deep s**t. Why would he ask me to go with him alone? Without any explanation? This spells trouble. If he had good intentions, wouldn't he make them known? I don't know. Right now, I don't know what's coming next.
There are a lot of cars here, and by a lot, I mean hundreds. The fact that it's a public place is what puts my mind at ease. I amble behind him, until we get to a white metal door. He knocks, and there's the sound of metal grinding against metal. The door opens a c***k. "Name?"
"Damien Keller."
The door opens wider. "Are you accompanied, sir?
