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meet you,” Daniel replied.
    “You as well,” Salvador responded. “Shall we go inside?” He asked, extending his hand toward the doorway.
    Daniel gave a quick nod at which time Salvador turned toward the door and slid a key into the handle.
    Salvador appeared to be very strong. He stood an inch or two shorter than Daniel, but his build was quite bulky. His shoulders were wide and began about three-quarters of the way up his thick neck. His jacket appeared to fit rather tightly across his broad chest and back, and underneath Daniel could tell that his arms were bigger than even Daniel’s own. Daniel could see how he would make a good body guard.
    Salvador had very tan skin which seemed to be in part from his natural skin tone and part from increased exposure to UV rays. A thin, spiky black hairdo sat on top of his wide head.
    After a couple seconds, Salvador was able to unlock the door and turned the handle, pushing the door open and holding it for Daniel to step inside.
    As he stepped inside the door Daniel walked into what had to be the largest downtown apartment or condo he had ever seen. The main room had a wide open floor plan. To his left was a kitchen area, with an outrageous stainless steel fridge with a small LCD screen in one of the doors, a stainless steel range, two ovens built into the wall, and an enormous island countertop across from the appliances. A large hooded light hung above the island.
    To the right of the kitchen was a dining area, that had what compared to the rest of the place was a considerably modest dining room table, two chairs placed on either side.
    Further to his right and one step down was a large living area. In the living room was maybe the largest black, sectional leather sofa Daniel had ever seen, wrapping around the entire room in a horseshoe shape. In the middle of the horseshoe was a modern looking glass coffee table, with the focal point of the room being a monstrous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. In the far corner of the living room was a spiral staircase that led up to a loft that overlooked the room.
    The entire room was paneled with dark stained hardwood flooring, similar to that in the entranceway.
    What immediately caught the eye of anyone who walked into the room however was the wall opposite the doorway which was made entirely of glass, overlooking the dazzling Chicago skyline. The view was so vast and magnificent that it almost made Daniel want to cry.
    Once the initial awe of the room began to wear off Daniel’s emotions immediately switched to jealousy. It was absolutely no wonder that Jordan wanted to live here. He could never have offered her anything like this.
    In the far corner of the room was a hallway that led somewhere Daniel could not see. He guessed it probably led to the bathroom and master bedroom. Just moments after he and Salvador had entered the room, Demérs emerged from the hallway, adjusting his cufflinks on a suit that looked very similar to Daniel’s except that where Daniel was wearing a tie, Demérs had simply undone the top two buttons.
    “You must be Daniel,” Demérs remarked, striding toward the doorway to greet him. “Gordon Demérs,” he said, abandoning his cufflinks for a moment to shake Daniel’s hand.
    Daniel returned the greeting. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Interesting that Demérs hadn’t bothered to call him “Agent Hart.”
    “Pleasure is all mine. I couldn’t believe it when I heard there was a new top agent at Elite. You actually managed to take down Titan?”
    Demérs was much as Daniel remembered—classically handsome. He stood taller than Daniel with his slim, athletic build, but Daniel was now bulkier. Demérs had ruggedly strong jaw and cheek bones as Daniel had recalled, but something was different. Where Daniel had remembered a receding hairline was now a full, thick head of dark hair that Demérs slicked back with a no doubt ridiculously expensive hair product.
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