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walls were made of black marble, and the ceilings were over two stories high with sparkling chandeliers hanging down from them.
    To the right of the door was what looked much like a check-in desk at an upscale hotel, and to the left was what looked like an open lounge area. The far wall of the lounge area doubled as a fountain, water running down the side of it into a narrow collection area at its base. A curved staircase ran alongside the front of the fountain up to a second floor with an open balcony area that overlooked the lobby. The décor maintained a very modern and elegant feel throughout.
    Beyond the desk and to the right of the fountain wall was a bank of elevators with two chrome sets of doors on each side. Daniel approached the doors and pushed the button that would summon the elevator car. As he did he could hear the pulley system inside kick on and watched the number on the digital readout above the door count down until it got to “2” and then changed to an “L.” As it did there was a bing alerting him that his car had arrived and the chrome doors slid open. Daniel made his way into the car and pushed the button for the top floor.
    The car sat still for a moment as if it wasn’t sure what to do. Daniel guessed that traveling to the penthouse probably required key access for the elevator. After waiting several seconds for something to happen, he decided to go to the front desk to explain his situation and request assistance. Just as he started to move for the door another bing sounded, causing him to halt. The doors slide shut and the car started upward. Either Demérs or one of the building staff must have been able to approve his access remotely.
    As the car moved upward Daniel stood and took an oversized breath, suddenly feeling very nervous. He wasn’t sure what he was more nervous about—beginning his first job as Elite’s top agent, seeing Jordan again for the first time in over half a year, or meeting the rich and powerful man that was her fiancé.
    Daniel realized that in a few short minutes his hatred for Gordon Demérs had turned to intimidation. Demérs lived in a world that Daniel had never dreamed of being a part of, and from what Daniel could tell Demérs pretty much ran that world. Daniel would now be the latest on a long list of men to serve under him.
    Deep down Daniel knew that there was absolutely no reason for him to feel intimidated. Other than financially, he was in every way superior to Demérs, and Daniel wasn’t exactly hurting for money himself.
    He also needed to remember that he wasn’t here because he needed Demérs, but because Demérs needed him. Gordon Demérs needed Daniel’s protection. That should have made Daniel feel more like he was in the power position, but being in Demérs world and on Demérs home turf, he could not shake the nervous tension that accompanied intimidation.
    The elevator reached the top floor and again binged as the doors slid open. In front of him was a short hallway with wood-paneled flooring and bright white walls. At the other end of the hallway was a single red door with the number “40-A” upon it.
    The hallway was empty but for a single man in a charcoal grey suit that stood to the right of the door, his hands clasped in front of him.
    “Agent Hart, I presume,” the man spoke.
    “Call me Daniel,” Daniel responded as he strode out of the elevator and toward the red door. “Agent Hart” just felt wrong to him.
    “Daniel,” the man acknowledged, reaching out to shake his hand. “I’m Salvador, Mr. Demérs’ typical body guard.”
    Daniel returned the handshake, not sure how to interpret Salvador’s greeting. The tone of his voice seemed light—as friendly as one could expect given the situation. But his choice of the word “typical” made Daniel wonder—did Salvador take offense to Daniel’s presence? As if him being there meant that Demérs didn’t have total faith in Salvador’s ability as a body guard?
    “Nice to