Brielle's POV
I ended up crossing the street. I walked all the way into the building, it was as if something was pulling me. I went to the receptionist's desk in the foyer. She was typing away and seemed to be my age. She looked up at me with a smile and was taken aback a bit due to my partially bruised face since it was healing.
"How may I help you?" she asked.
"I'm looking for Timothy Marcus, I'm his sister," I said.
"He is in a meeting at the moment, but you can wait for him on his floor." she smiled.
"What floor is that?" I asked.
"Twenty-one."
"Thank you," I smiled politely before making my way to the elevators. The building inside was gorgeous. I wonder how all this happened. It cannot be from his studies alone. Yet, I was intrigued by all this. I should be afraid and wa
