Chapter 4 - Entering The Fortress Of The DeLuca Empire
The sedan passed through massive wrought-iron security gates, entering the heavily guarded compound of a downtown high-rise penthouse.
Vincent stepped out first, offering a steady hand to help Emily navigate the slick pavement.
“Where are we?” Emily asked, looking up at the towering glass skyscraper piercing the stormy night sky.
“Somewhere safe from flashing cameras and opportunistic men,” Vincent answered, leading her toward a private elevator.
The private lift whisked them upward in absolute silence, the digital floor numbers climbing past fifty in seconds.
When the doors slid open, they revealed a breathtaking, sprawling penthouse overlooking the glittering skyline of Chicago.
Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the freezing lake, while minimalist modern art adorned the dark mahogany walls.
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“Sit down, Emily, and let my staff bring you something warm to drink,” Vincent instructed with gentle authority.
She sank into a velvet armchair, realizing she was completely at the mercy of a man she barely knew.
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