As soon as I step into the house, the door shuts behind me, and Santos turns to face me, directing his attention to an older man entering from the room to my left. "Please take Mrs. Adair to her room and show her the outfit for tonight's dinner. Allow her to change in private, and then bring her to the dining room."
Everything in me wants to tell this man to f**k off, but I hold my tongue. The guards stay at the door, and I follow what I guess is Santos' butler up a spiral staircase to the right. Studying everything from the carpet to the walls as we go, I come to one absolute conclusion— Santos has more f*****g money than any one person should. This s**t is absolutely ridiculous. Who the f**k needs a gold railing? And how f*****g long has he been in this area that he's this well sett
