At Starlink Apartments,
It was the fourth time he was driving through the same gate. Just to coax Vivienne, who was getting on his nerves.
But he received a message from her in the evening. [Meet me at Starlink.]
Damien drove through the gates with ease, security letting him in without a second glance.
Riding the elevator to the twelfth floor, he entered the security pin, and this time it worked. He stepped inside like he owned the place.
Floor-to-ceiling windows, Italian marble floors, custom lighting systems, and gold-accented interiors, everything inside screamed wealth and perfection.
However, his face was unreadable as he passed through the drawing room, the pristine kitchen, and the guest bedroom. There was no sign of Vivienne on the main floor.
Climbing the stairs, he finally saw her. She was seated on the upstairs couch, swirling red wine in a tall crystal flute. She didn't look up, didn't flinch as if she hadn't heard him enter, as if she didn't care.
