An electrifying sight indeed!
"Third Master has invited you in," the blonde beauty cooed, her voice honeyed, before stepping into the elevator in her ten-centimeter heels.
Tara Summer suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine, she shrank back, before being escorted by the bodyguards into the suite.
The open-concept suite, surprisingly split into two levels, clearly Third Master Hanson was a regular here. The main floor living room showcased a picture frame with his photograph.
The Third Master Hanson in the photo looked much younger than now, probably from his college years, but still exuded a certain gravitas.
Tara stared out of the window, which was opened a third of the way. The morning sun shone through along with the crisp air. The breeze gently fluttered the curtains, making the scene both refreshing and soothing.
