Chapter 103 – Sebastian Miller

I hear a knock on my hotel room door at precisely seven o'clock. I give my reflection one last look, and I am pleased with what I see. My makeup is flawless, and my beautiful blonde hair is put up with a few curls along my face. My hair looks great in contrast to the blazing red lipstick. I go to the door on my stilettos and fling it open. Three men in formal look appear in front of me once more, expressionless. "Miss." One just in front of me says, "Please come with me?" I nod, and he marches in front of me with the other two walking at my sides like a well-behaved troop. Silently, we step inside the elevator, and I see him press a button, indicating that we're going to the top floor. That implies that either my date has a high social rank or he is not precisely impoverished. I watch the men, holding my handbag tightly against my body. Everyone is well-groomed and appears to be on high alert. The leader emerges first and moves approaches the French doors that have finally opened. On