In his secret place

The car rolled to a stop in front of a one-floor building, its weathered exterior illuminated by a single, flickering yellow bulb. The place looked ancient, forgotten by time. Hazel stepped out of the car, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, isolated, and it became clear this was no ordinary place. The restricted nature of the surroundings hinted that this was likely Francisco's private land, far from prying eyes.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she took in her surroundings. The oppressive atmosphere was thick with unease, and the building's ominous appearance only added to her growing anxiety. What could Francisco possibly be doing here?

"Ma'am," the driver's voice cut through her thoughts, making her jump slightly.

Hazel turned to face him, trying to calm herself. "Sir is waiting for you," he said, his tone flat, emotionless.

She nodded, swallowing hard as she gathered her composure. Slowly, she walked toward the building, each step f