Axel's P.O.V.
Okay, this place is creepy as fuck I think as I follow behind coach into a what looks like a deserted office in the downtown London, 30 minute drive from the gym.
The sign on the door said "Closed" but apparently that's what it always says.
"Sorry, we're closed." a woman in her thirties, sitting behind the the reception says and gives as a fake smile.
Arnold sighs. "Don't tell me you don't recognise me, miss Middleton."
