"A minute," she said.
They'd arrive in waves, swarming up from below like a tide of salvation, she said.
So then, why the hell weren't they here yet?!
How long had it been now? Five minutes? Maybe more?
Under ordinary circumstances, five minutes was a fleeting breath. Insignificant. But at this moment, caught in the fragile silence of a tension-soaked penthouse, it felt like a lifetime. More than enough time to expect some sort of response. Anything from the guards she said would be arriving.
This wasn't some average apartment in a sleepy neighbourhood. No. This was a multimillion-dollar fortress, built atop a foundation of opulence and protected by the legacy of a billionaire. Yet here Eric was, grappling with the fact that its greatest failing, its Achilles' heel was its security. Its goddamn protection detail was running late. Late! Damn it!
