“I didn’t say it was yours,” she snaps. “I said it is for you.Nikolai called it… a ‘gift.’”
It takes actual effort for Bridget to grit out the last two words.The woman is head over heels for her boss. If she didn’t hateme so much, I’d almost feel bad for her.
I reach for the suitcase. It feels heavy. I have no clue what’sinside, but knowing Nikolai, it might be a body. Or a bomb.
Either way, I wheel it behind me onto the elevator and headback downstairs to the main lobby.
Just like Bridget said, there’s a black car waiting for me infront of the building. Through the tinted back windows, I seesomeone moving. I assume it’s Nikolai.
But when the door opens, a young girl slides out.
“Elise?” I blink, not computing what’s happening. “Y
