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CHAPTER 72. CAUGHT IN THE ACT

HARA

I arrived at the address Roland had texted me last night. Alighting from the taxi, I was awed by the gigantic building in front of me. For a second there, I thought the taxi driver had got the address all wrong, but I could see the address boldly inscribed on the building.

Roland had pleaded that we meet and talk at a restaurant and had texted me the address. But I never imagined he was talking about a place like this.

My slow steps led me through the revolving door into the building and I gasped at the exquisite interior. Thank goddess I picked up an outfit that was a bit classy. If I hadn't, I would have been bawling my eyes out now from shame.

Spotting Roland was hard, and it's not because there were a lot of people here. No, I was just too nervous and feeling a teeny bit inferior. I couldn't help it.

The sophistication of the place had knocked off my breath earlier, and I was yet to recover from that.

Just then, a waiter approached me. He had a