Chapter Eighteen

I leave in what I pray is a dignified and shameless manner, meaning we’ve both gotten what we wanted out of this deal and it is officially put to rest, with no one possessing the ability to lord something over the other—as I’d worried about previously.

Like he’d said from the onset, come Monday morning, this never happened.

I keep my head high and my shoulders square as I work the maze of corridors to the mezzanine and then descend the stairs. The butler is there to open the door for me and bid me farewell. Jameson’s driver has a limo pulled ‘round and he tucks me inside before getting behind the wheel. All very proper and polite like.

I force myself not to think of anything other than my explanation to the security staff at my building, and the process of photo recognition on the computer and signing an affidavit of identity that releases the management of all responsibility, should I not be who I claim to be.

The head guard rides with me in the elevator to my floor and lets me in, t