AFFAIRS IN A GLASS HOUSE
The next morning, I saw him walk out of the veil, his eyeliner smudged, with faint fingerprint bruises on his neck, but he still looked wonderful.
He left in an Uber and I stood outside watching him till the Uber was out of sight.
I walked back inside, my phone rang, making me halt.
It was Lucien.
“I need you upstairs.” He said, ending the call.
Lucien was the owner of Veil, but not everyone knew that. I climbed up to where he was. He handed the tablet to me.
It was a profile of Someone. August Grey.
“Keep him under your watch. Or better still bring him in.” He said.