Amara's POV :
The black car pulled up outside my building exactly one hour after Roman hung up.
I checked through my window first to make sure there weren't paparazzi waiting and then went downstairs. The driver was someone I didn't recognize. Middle-aged guy in a suit who didn't say anything when I got in the back seat.
We drove through Manhattan and I watched the buildings get taller and sleeker. The car finally stopped in front of a high-rise in Midtown with a doorman who nodded at the driver like he knew him.
"Mr. Vale is expecting you," the doorman said and held the door open.
I took the elevator to the top floor and it opened directly into a penthouse.
The space was huge. Floor to ceiling windows showing the entire city and furniture that looked like it came from a magazine. Everything clean and modern and clearly expensive.
Roman was standing by the windows with his phone in his hand. He looked up when I walked in.
"Thanks for coming."
"Did I have a choice?"
