Ryan stepped into the expanse of Selene's lobby. Apart from the chandeliers, which he was sure had recently been changed, the atmosphere felt different. The reception desk was staffed by a new woman, nervous, watching him with wide eyes. When he caught her gaze, her head instantly dropped to her screen while her hands trembled as she pretended to type.From her expression Ryan could tell she knows what happened to the last receptionist.A cold satisfaction curled in his chest. He didn't smile or acknowledge her but rather walked past but not far enough not to hear the breath she was holding.“Is that him?” Ryan overheard a female whisper; the curiosity in her voice was loud.“Don’t stare at him; he might get you thrown out,” another voice replied. The fear lacing his tone gave Ryan a hint he must have witnessed the scene from yesterday.Giving into his curiosity, he narrowed his gaze to their direction. Ryan furrowed his brow when he noticed it was the same man who had confronted him

The Selene’s private garage sat two floors below the lobby. Ryan followed Marcus into the elevator going down, and neither of them spoke to each other. They stood in the cold silence of the elevator, and anybody could agree the silence was awkward.The elevator doors opened onto a wide space. The lights shined ahead, flickering off and on at the end of the garage. Cars sat in neat rows, with Porsches, Ferraris, and a Bentley that looked like it hadn’t moved in months; its dust almost became a part of. Ryan’s each step echoed, but Marcus's didn’t. The man moved like he was made of smoke, hanging half a step behind Ryan’s right shoulder.‘He’s checking my blind spot, already working the job as a professional,' Ryan thought when he noticed Marcus's eyes wandering ahead.They stopped at a black Mercedes S-Class, the kind of car that costs more than a house in some poorer neighborhoods. “This is yours?” Ryan asked, although he already knew the answer from Harrison.“Harrison’s,” Marcus c