“Hi, What is it by your time?” Shine asked a ground floor security operative.
He mumbled what she assumed was twelve thirty, the whole time his eyes salaciously enjoyed her cleavages and trailed her as she walked towards the elevator doors of the glass-and-steel skyscraper.
She had come all the way to Midtown Manhattan to see Sir Gilbert.
The door slid open with a soft chime.
Shine stepped out into a penthouse only to be wowed by the sophisticated ambience. The air smelt expensive.
Gilbert stood by the windows, his back to her.
He had discarded his suit jacket, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the cuffs, sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms.
"You called for me, Sir?" Shine’s voice was barely a whisper.
The pressure in her chest was agonizing.
Since the elev
