Less than twenty-four hours and I'm on my second ridiculous request from Valiant. In front of the large glass doors of the Valiant skyscraper I'm smart enough to wait for the security guard to open the door.
"Mr. Valiant said he will be right down. You are to wait here," a different security guard than the one who let me have free access upstairs yesterday says. The way his eyes linger across my body gives me chills before my cheeks turn red. What did Valiant tell him about why I had to wait in the lobby?
I dressed today as per Mr. Valiant's instructions. The black pants and matching jacket, which I haven't buttoned, doesn't look hussy, but the guard's gaze make me feel dirty. Of course he probably had questions about why someone he's never met before is here on a Sunday morning and not
