| 11 | Security Issues

[ S E R A P H I N E ]

It's been a few days since that yacht party. I hope he's not pissed that I'm showing up an hour late.

Where is he? Why does he want us to meet here? This looks like a high-end jewelry shop.

The gilded doors alone look like they cost more than everything I own. I stand outside the shop, the late afternoon sun bathing the quaint store in a warm glow. I'm waiting for my phone to ring while peeking at the sparkling displays of gemstones and metals.

Maybe he chose this place since it's near the country club. It doesn't look crowded inside. Only four people are browsing the impressive selection of bespoke jewelry, but I still don't want to go inside by myself.

I can't seem to get rid of the tension inside me. Can't just walk it off or sit it out like a random tummy ache. I hold my breath when my phone dings with a new message from Dominico, asking me if I'm nearby. I reply with a short text:

[ I'm outside the store. White shirt. ]

Clasping my satchel, I watch the cu