DANTE
As soon as I pushed through the revolving door at Echelon House, the sleek glass panels spun around me. My eyes darted to the biometric scanner embedded above the doorway.
Seconds later, the scanner blinked green, confirming my identity, and a robotic female voice chimed through hidden speakers.
“Welcome to Echelon House, the pinnacle of discreet luxury and elite connections.”
My jaw tightened at the stiff tone. I hated it.
Stepping into the vast lobby, the smell of oud wrapped around me.The marble floor glimmered beneath my polished shoes, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above.
A concierge, standing at the side in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, stepped forward.
“Welcome back, Mr. Devereux,” he said with a crisp nod. Before I could react, another attendant had
