The afternoon passes in a blur of strategic planning and cultivation practice. By evening, hunger gnaws at my stomach, and I realize I haven't eaten since this morning. The penthouse kitchen is fully stocked, but I'm not in the mood to cook.
I check my phone for Chloe's number. It goes straight to voicemail.
"Hey, it's me. Just wanted to see how you're settling into the new place. Call me back when you get this."
Strange. Chloe always answers my calls. She's probably busy with Heavenly Justice Group business, but unease prickles at the back of my mind.
The penthouse feels too quiet, too empty. The luxury that impressed my visitors earlier now feels hollow. All this space, all this comfort, and I'm eating alone again.
