A while later, Wilson, Kyle’s driver, knocked on my door. “Miss Elisha, good evening,” he politely greeted me as soon as I opened it.
“Wilson. Nice to see you again,” I smiled at him.
“Are you ready?” Wilson asked.
“Yes, I’ll just lock the door, and I’m ready to go,” I answered, turning the lights off before closing the door. Wilson let me lead the way, and soon we were inside Kyle’s SUV.
The ride to his place took about half an hour. I noticed Wilson driving in and pulling up in front of a high-rise building. Its massive lobby could be seen from the outside. It actually looked like a five-star hotel, but I didn’t think it was one.
Seconds later, Wilson got out of the car and opened the door for me. “Please follow me,” he said, leaving the car key to a valet guy. I stepped out and
