Chapter 29 Driven To Submission

• The air was thick with money and quiet power. Leather chairs, low lighting, and an air of exclusivity wrapped around the room like a second skin.
• Adrian walked two steps ahead, as always. Sienna followed, clipboard in hand, heels sharp against the marble. She wore a fitted black skirt, silk blouse buttoned high, lips painted the same red she knew he liked when he didn’t want to admit it.
• Their host stood waiting near the bar. Older. Wealthy. The kind of man who smiled with too many teeth.