C36 Still, a Stranger

MEGAN

I OPENED the door to a huge man standing in front of me. He looked like he had just come from a war in the desert with strong eye contact, tanned skin, and a well-trained straight posture.

“Good evening, Miss Simons. My name is Jack Davis. You can call me Davis, and I am here to take you to Mr. Wood’s penthouse.”

I gaped as if he was talking in a foreign language.

Warily