When I stepped out of the car and walked through the entrance hall, I slowed down.
We were at a gated property on the eastern edge of town.
A rug stretched beneath my feet, scattered with rose petals.
I kept walking and tried to look like I belonged there, which I did not. They led me into a large sitting room and left me standing in the middle of it.
A man came in through a side door.
He was tall, straight-backed, and clean-shaven, in a suit tailored specifically for him. He moved with the ease of someone who has never had to wonder where he stood in a room.
