Chapitre 82: Lucky Number Eight

After landing on the rooftop of a building, Dillon helps me step out of the helicopter with his walking stick in hand and me on his arm. We are greeted by four burly men in suits. I'm shocked that I have to look up at them. Being nearly 6 feet tall when I wear heels, it's rare for me to have to look up. They introduce themselves as the security team for the night. With two flanking on us on each side, we leave the helipad and go to an elevator where one of the members of the security team scans a card for us to go down. All this fanfare feels like something out of a movie scene.