Alpha Jasper
Luckily, Jasper reassured me that there would be an elevator, instead of stairs.
We walk across the marble floor, which was polished so exceptionally, I could almost see myself in it. No one was around until we were in the elevator with a woman wearing a white fur jacket and thigh high boots with a threatening heel. I stare at the fur nervously, wondering what she had killed to get it.
Jasper leans down, whispering in my ear. "It's faux."
Wishing I knew what he meant, I sidled a little closer to Jasper, still unsure about the women.