11: HER PARENTS' LOYALTY

TWO HOURS PASSED and after another shower, now I’m settled on a chair in Callan’s home office. After having dinner with him—without meaning to but it just happened. He told me about his parent’s plans to talk to me and then led me to the stairs.

Still barefoot on the ground. I feel like a homeless girl way out of place inside this mansion.

He opened the first door on the right and then motioned me to get in first.

Didn’t think he’d have a few gentleman traits in him despite his lack of compassion.

It looked like an entire room without a bed on it. Just a large sofa and a desk. The interior had minimal designs; I could say it was organized to Callan’s liking because when he stepped inside the room he was whistling. Then there was a wall that was made of entire glass from the ceiling to the floor which made anybody take a good look at the surroundings outside. As it was tinted no one could see us inside.

White and black were the dominant colors inside this room. It was cold as the a