The Glass Empire

Vivienne’s POV

When the car pulled into the private drop-off zone, Boris stepped out first. Then Igor who proceeded to open the door for me. I followed, heels tapping crisply against the concrete as we entered the building. Everyone in the lobby stopped to look at us; me in my red dress flanked by two large men with sunglasses covering their eyes, dressed in suits.

By the time we reached the top