SEBASTIAN I pulled the car to a stop in front of Henderson Atelier, the engine humming beneath me. For a moment, I didn't move. The sleek glass building stood tall under the evening streetlights, its polished exterior reflecting streaks of gold and white from the traffic passing by. Through the windshield, I studied the entrance, my fingers resting loosely on the steering wheel. Then I exhaled and shut the engine off. The cool evening air brushed against me as I stepped out of the car. I slipped my hands into the pockets of my coat, glancing briefly up at the streetlight glowing above the entrance before heading toward the building. The doors of the Atelier slid open the moment I approached. Inside, the lobby was quiet, almost empty. A few employees lingered around the reception area, gathering their things as if they were just about to leave for the day. Even so, the moment I walked in, several heads turned. Whispers didn’t follow, but the curious glances did.
Read more
LOGIN
