Marcus’ POV
We pull up to a tall, nondescript building the next morning, that looks unassuming from the outside, but I know from experience that looks can be deceiving. Climbing out of the cab, I hold out my hand to Rory to help her, before shutting the door and leading the way to the single glass door in front of us.
On the wall is a row of buttons to the right, each one with a name tag beside it, announcing the names of the companies that pay for space in this extortionately priced area of New York.
I run my finger down the list of names, until I find the one I’m looking for, Vance Photography. A loud buzz sounds from the speaker when I press the button; then after a few seconds, a clipped voice answers.
‘Yes?’ they demand.
‘Marcus Langway, here for a photoshoot’ I respond curtly, t
