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the liberty of
running security checks on you. As you can see, this place is highly
exclusive and well guarded, even on a quiet night like this. The
entire building is fitted with the most state-of-the-act security
measures known to man, and we have highly trained security teams
stationed nearby in case of emergency.
    “ Wow,” is all I can manage.
    “ Don't worry though. The place has never been
attacked. There wouldn't be any point really. All of our wealth is
tied up in real estate, banks, stocks and the like.”
    I nod, and Kyle continues inside. The main lobby is
quite spectacular, decorated with golden statues of gargoyles and
angels that bleed out of the wall like branches from a tree. The
floor is feathered with heavy crimson rugs, the walls made from
beautiful wood paneling that looks like it was carved by
Michaelangelo himself.
    Jaw gaping, I trot on, ogling the place with wonder.
When we reach the back wall, we're greeted by an elevator. As we walk
in, I notice the lightest flash of green rush across me as I pass the
doorway.
    “ What was that?”
    “ Scanner,” says Kyle. “Like I said, we have a lot
of security features. There was another one when you walked through
the main door, didn't you notice?”
    I shake my head.
    “ It's essentially a high tech x-ray system designed to
pick up any weapons, and not just beep for metal. Later on, you'll be
assigned your access information which you'll have to present on
entry. The guards didn't ask today because you were with me, but next
time you will.”
    I suck in another breath of air, quickly becoming
overwhelmed by the place.
    Inside the elevator, Kyle hits a button entitled B. I
assume it means basement. I feel the elevator dropping, before coming
to a quick stop. I already know that we're underneath the New York
streets, giving me a pang of claustrophobia. The idea of being
underground has never been particularly welcoming to me.
    We step out, and move down a short corridor, dimly lit
either side with lamps fastened to the wall. There's something
gothic, almost macabre, about the setting. Like I've stepped into a
medieval world below the bright lights of modern New York.
    When Kyle walks through the next door, however, my jaw
drops further. We've entered into what looks like a banquet hall, or
the most lush and opulent social chamber you could imagine. Fountains
tinkle here and there, incredibly ornate chairs sit in small
groupings around fabulous glass and wooden tables. The walls are
dotted with famous works of art, the ceiling covered in lighting
fixtures that shine out a celestial light.
    Here and there men mingle, dressed exclusively in suits
that could cut steel. Various races present themselves: Chinese,
Middle Eastern, Spanish, African, Caucasian. Some are old, but many
are younger, the rich sons of men who have conquered the world. Kyle,
to my side, looks proudly at his peers. I merely quiver like a mortal
looking at the Gods of Olympus.
    “ There are many doors leading out of the room, but
this is main social chamber,” says Kyle. He guides my eyes to the
bottom right hand corner. Through there is the bar. That's where
you'll make the drinks and bring them through here.”
    He points now at a girl, walking through the swing door
carrying a tray laden with what looks like whiskey. She's stunning.
Blonde, beautifully shaped, sparkling blue eyes. It's the same look
that I offer, yet to my eyes she's a cut above me.
    She serves a group of men before gliding around the room
with a gorgeous smile, probing for any further orders.
    “ That's Alice, she's been here a while now. She'll
help you get settled in, OK.”
    His eyes linger on me a while, and then he does
something completely unexpected. He leans in, and gives me the
lightest of kisses to the lips. I'm left stunned as he turns and
walks off, joining a group of young, jock-like men sitting around a
table with several bottles of Dom Perignon for company.
    I stand, hands half shaking, at the edge of