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Eighteen: The Shelter
I got out of the elevator. Now i'm in the lobby. This place is now empty. But there's a woman, answering the phone. I wonder who's calling at 1 in the morning. But that is not important right now.
Greyson is nowhere to be found and that's good. I'm pretty sure he is still at his office right now. I already changed into a sweater, jeans, and sneakers. I walked to that woman, she put down the phone and looks at me with big eyes.
"Oh God... Miss.. It's late.. uh.. is there anything i can help you with?" She asked. She looks clueless.
"Where is Gre..Mr. Grant?"
"I.. i thought he is at the penthouse already.. do you want me to call his office?" She was about to pick up the phone.
"No.. no.."
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