Serena’s POV
I arrive at Daniel Hawthorne’s building just before one, thanking the driver as he holds the door open for me to get out of the car Daniel sent.
The building is tall, imposing, and I tilt my head back, my heart racing at the knowledge that in a matter of minutes, I’ll see Daniel Hawthorne.
“Give your name to the man at the front desk, and he’ll instruct you to the penthouse elevator,” the driver advises after he shuts the door, his smile warm
when he turns to me.
“Thank you again,” I say with a faint smile, pushing past the nerves that are dancing in my stomach.
I walk into the building, the lobby so fancy from where I live as I walked carefully like I don’t want to stain the floor and when I give my name to the man behind the massive wood and lacquer desk, he nods as
