Chapter Ten

Zara

Last night, I had tossed and turned for hours before sleep caught up with me in the early hours of this morning. I had come to a decision; go to Paradise Group and tell Marcello Andres to take responsibility.

Only, it was easier said than done.

The moment I walked into the magnificent architecture, I felt like an impostor. Paradise group stood towering over several buildings in the area and that was saying something, considering that this was New York .

The interior is decorated with polished wood floors and marble walls. Fancy light fittings span the reception and lobby. Men and women in all kinds of corporate wears walk up and down the place, going about their business of the day. Thankfully, I am also in my work outfit; a black tuxedo dress and a pair of black stilettos.

Black makes all the difference in a look. It could take you from plain to downright majestic.

I walk up to the receptionist, a dark skinned lady wig beautiful eyes. "Good morning, I’m here to see Mr. Marcel