The Snow estate is nestled in the downtown heart of New York. The Uber she had called drove steadily towards the entrance. She had the steak all wrapped up and placed on her thighs.
She sat up straight, anxiety coursing through her veins.
The car slowed down and the security walked up to the car.
"Who are you, Miss?" he asked curtly.
"Anna Briggs." She replied, feeling a lump rise in her throat and she had to swallow hard to bring it down to her stomach.
What is she was asked to return from the way she came, that this was no place for a girl like her.
"Miss Briggs," he said with a slight bow, and her brow rose in surprise. Was he expecting her?
"Open the gates." He ordered as soon as he stood up straight.
The car drove in and stopped in the parking area. She paid him off and walked towards one of the largest houses she had seen. It has impressive brownstones and paintings. It was truly built by a master.
