Mr. Ryan
He took my hand, forcing me to follow him, and the firm grip of his hand made me less nervous.
There was no reason to be afraid; after all, I trusted him blindly.
We walked through the parking lot until we entered the elevator. A few seconds after the doors closed, Nathan reached into the pocket of his black overcoat and pulled out a small, shiny black fabric mask.
"Turn around," he ordered as I stared at him, confused. I complied without objection.
"Can you tell me what this is for?" I asked while he secured it behind my head.
"Discretion."
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