Trey
Upon my arrival in Los Angeles, I swiftly retrieve my rental car, programming the GPS to navigate me to Kiara's hotel. Throughout the entire drive, my knee bounces uncontrollably, mirroring the nervous energy consuming me.
I know Kiara insisted she was okay, but concern continues gnawing at my consciousness. If she happened to lose consciousness for any reason, I'd bet it's a result of prioritizing work over her well-being. And she made a vow before she left that she wouldn't do that.
It sounds like someone will be getting a punishing once they feel better, I think to myself as I approach Kiara's hotel room.
I knock on the door, and Simon, her trusted bodyguard, swings the door open. His presence in her room doesn't bother me; after all, I had the chance to meet and interview hi
