The Power of Your Name

Zoe carefully walked into the house, which was, of course, very luxurious. She feared her steps would crack the marble floor. The floor was so shiny that, for a moment, Zoe thought it was made of glass. But even if she tap danced on it, it would be fine.

"Mr. Wolf's room is upstairs. I'll drop you off." Stefan, the man who had picked her up and driven her to the house, grabbed Zoe's luggage and led her to the second floor.

Zoe had not yet finished admiring artwork in the form of sculptures and paintings, and then there was an open space filled with an indoor garden—a modern minimalist type of setting.

But the view on the second floor wasn't too bad either. Zoe could see New York City in the distance from the wide-open glass walls throughout the second floor. The house wasn't in New York City, but it wasn't too far away.

It was a perfect suburb, filled with the elite who did business in New York City. Zoe knew Billy also lived in the area but didn't know where. Maybe she would find out