Mr. Big had described his place as a palace, and the term was very accurate.
In Kieran’s opinion, it might also have been a little humble of him. After all, even a real king could not have built a grand underground building as magnificent as this one.
Kieran walked out of the elevator and passed by a delicately carved fountain before going up a flight of pearl-white stairs. Four rows of marble pillars separated the grand hall from the corridor.
There was a scarlet red carpet on the floor of the main hall, spreading from the entrance to the deepest part of it. A soft, lukewarm light shone down from above like the evening sun, as if the whole premises were bathed in holy light.
A team of six young girls in bright chiffon dresses came out of a small door on the side of the corridor, each of them carrying a tray in her hands. On the trays were clean clothes, fresh water and glasses of wine, in that particular order.
