Chapter 40 The Dinner

• Naomi's POV
• At seven, Roman sent a sleek, black car with epitome of subtle luxury. I felt a knot form in my stomach as it smoothly came to a halt in front of my building. I wasn't prepared, either for the truths I might discover or for the answersI might get.
• The driver, a well-dressed man, nodded firmly and opened the door for me. Grasping my bag as if it were an anchor, I entered. There were brief reflections on the glass as the city lights flickered past the windows. My resolve was being eroded by the suspense as my head was filled with questions.