The Maybach clicked into park in front of a gorgeous, three-story building with a sleek, minimalist glass facade. It sat directly between a French haute-couture house and a high-end diamond boutique. The gold letters embossed above the grand arched entrance read simply: VALE CREATIVE.
"Larissa..." Camila whispered, her eyes wide as she stared out the tinted glass at the stunning building. "Why are we here? This is the Diamond District. A square foot of real estate here costs more than my entire lifetime earnings."
"Let's go inside," I said, offering her a small, reassuring smile.
The moment my heels hit the pavement, Marcus and two other plainclothes security operatives formed a loose, impenetrable shield around us, escorting us straight through the front doors.
The interior of the bui
