|Grace|
The elevator chimed softly, announcing my arrival at Silvester’s penthouse. The clock in the lobby downstairs had read a quarter to eleven, the late hour making the vast, polished floors and high ceilings feel even more cavernous and silent. My heels clicked against the marble tiles, the sound echoing in the empty space. I headed straight to my room, stripped off my clothes, stepped inside the bathroom and had a warm relaxing bath.
I was exhausted from today’s work but there’s no time to dwell on it, especially that tonight, a decision has to be made.
I lost track of time in the bathroom, but eventually, I finished up, changed, and blow-dried my hair. Stepping into the living room, I let my eyes briefly take in the familiar luxury. On a whim, I detoured to the kitchen, grabbed
