CELESTE Well, I had no other choice, so I went back to him. I stood in front of the door to Lazarrus’s private office on the top floor of Walkez Tower. The clock showed seven in the evening. The office building was almost empty, and the corridor lights were only half on. I took a deep breath, then knocked softly. “Come in,” his deep voice came from inside, calm and firm as always. I opened the door and stepped in. The room was large and dark, lit only by the city lights from the big glass window that covered one whole wall. Lazarrus stood with his back to me, facing the window. He was tall and strong, his broad shoulders clear under the black shirt that fit his body perfectly. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing muscular arms and veins that stood out when he held a crystal glass filled with golden whiskey. The city lights reflected on the glass, making his drink look like liquid gold. His hair was thick black, combed neatly back, and his posture was so comman
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