Apphia
The following morning, Nicholas pulls up outside a modern, white building that resembles an industrial complex. He climbs out of the car and walks around to open the door for me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks again. I nod. Blade and Drake brought Amir here last night.
Nicholas holds my hand and leads me towards the entrance.
We walk into a lobby with a reception desk. Many people wear smart office attire and work freely.
I feel conscious about my simple outfit: a black silk skirt, a long-sleeved cream-white shirt, and ballet slippers.
"I didn't know it was an office building," I murmur.
"Just one of them," he says. Sensing my uneasiness, Nicholas squeezes my hand and caresses my thumb, smiling softly at me.
We proceed through the wide hallway, leaving the
