Chapter 5

A sleek black sedan glided silently to a stop right in front of me.

This wasn't a taxi.

It was a Rolls-Royce Phantom, its body reflecting a cold, metallic sheen under the streetlights.

The car door swung open, and a middle-aged man in a sharp suit stepped out. His face was stern, and his movements were steady and composed.

He approached me, giving a slight, respectful bow.

He said, "Ms. Sterling, Mr. Sterling and Mrs. Sterling sent me to pick you up.

"I'm the Sterling family's butler. My name is Joy Brooks."

Joy took my shabby old suitcase from my…