The meeting

Ophelia’s POV

The drive to my buyer's place lasted for about thirty minutes. The anxiety inside me didn't stop simmering as Damon drove past large heads of mansions, into a large gated property.

I gasped in bewilderment as I stared at the colossal mansion.

It was a sprawling, three-storey building that sat proudly in the middle of a vast and empty finely-chopped and curved landscape garden, safe for the water fountain that was situated upfront in the driveway.

From where I was seated in the car, I could make out the dim amber lights of the interior of the mansion. I used to think this sort of gargantuan building only existed in the movies but I was proven wrong by this alluring property which I was currently gazing at.

Compared to the ginormous strip club building that I had been overwhelmed by earlier that day, this mansion with its gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows and the huge mahogany doors was by far more enthralling than it.

"Miss," Damon said as he opened the car door with a