Chapter100

#Chapter100

Axel's P.O.V.

Okay, this place is creepy as fuck I think as I follow behind coach into a what looks like a deserted office in the downtown London, 30 minute drive from the gym.

The sign on the door said /"Closed/" but apparently that's what it always says.

/"Sorry, we're closed./" a woman in her thirties, sitting behind the the reception says and gives as a fake smile.

Arnold sighs. /"Don't tell me you don't recognise me, miss Middleton./"

The woman squints her eyes at his words and focuses on his face, and then obviously realizes who she's talking to, because her face lights up in realization.

/"Oh! Sorry, sir McCauley! You know, we gotta be careful these days with police watching us. You're here to see mr. Stevens, correct?/"